Harr

2/6/2016 Slightly edited for privacy and understandability Each paragraph is a different dream in one night.

I was fighting someone (physically with fists and all), but I do not know who exactly … They were losing and I was winning. Maybe it was in the room next to the main office. It was in school and was dimly lit. It ends.

A classmate was getting aggressive in the commons in school. Someone was pulling her away and I realised that she had my backpack. I went to get it but I had to rip it out of her hands for me to get it back. She seemed scared of me and was apologetic to me as she said I might have “beat her ass.” It ends.

I was in the “reception” area of my school and I noticed a black man with grey hair that was wearing dark clothing sitting in one of the two chairs that were in the room. It occurred to me that he was an inspector for the school. Then we were in the front office with the dean and the school administrator was missing. We were looking at her desk with orange colour paper scraps and that is all, that dean was behind us looking somewhat worried about something, I do not know. Then it transitioned into the Social Studies room and I was walking into it when my friend was joking with me about the 11th and 12th grades were combined in one classroom. I said “Back to the good ole’ days” (I am technically in 11th but taking 12th classes and I kinda miss my 11th-grade friends) and I sat in the back corner and we were watching some video and taking notes while the lights were on and the in the room. The inspector I presumed was writing about how to class was going on the board and my SS teacher was off to the side watching. It ends.

No LD’s tonight.