VarrhenSpecter

It was a sunny day. It was supposed to be a calm day here at the farms. Me and the rest of my child development class were going to be taught outside a farm house out in the middle of nowhere. Everyone was just arriving to class.

I wasn't paying to much attention to the surroundings but I did notice a farm home right in front of the class. I never seen anyone come out of it. It was a really lonely area and the only people I saw there were classmates from the child development class I just took.

I walked towards the classmates as they were having their early morning talks together. I noticed a couple people. They were Brandy and Susan(I didn't pay too much attention to the rest). I didn't see a teacher at the time, I'm assuming she's late too. However, something bad happened. I had an assault rifle on me. I was carrying it in my hands. I walked up to one of the classmates in front of my and started firing. At first, I thought it was tragic, but then it looked more like Call of Duty when I was aiming down the cross hairs shooting them.

That was it.

It was a long dream. I'll first start out with the area where it all started. Me and the rest of my classmates were on a field trip exploring the city we lived in. We first explored the one area where I get up in the morning and take early walks, the church. It was the Catholic church and all we did here was just hang around. I was with another friend. Like most times, I don't remember who I am with.

I was standing next to this student and I just stared at the bell on top of the church. I thought of possibilities to get on there to feel just like Ezio or Altair from Assassin's Creed. I was afraid of being on there though because I have a really big fear of heights.

They day was getting dark but not for long. Me and the rest of the class walked through another building near the church. Once we walked through the building, the scenario changed. We were no longer near the church, but we were in an area I've been in before. It looked a lot different from the last time I came here. It was a school, an elementary school. I never thought of exploring the areas on this school, so I followed my classmates instead and made our way through the cafeteria.

It was a good experience visiting this place again but the more I thought about all this being a dream, the more worried I was that I was going to wake up. Following my classmates led to a whole new area. This time I was back at my old elementary school. We were at the back of the school visiting other kids from this school. The area was full of kids and teachers and although I can't remember some of their faces, it was still a great feeling to be back here again.

There was an area I wanted to explore but didn't here. It was the location where students would tell stories of murders in front of the school playing field. The area was lonely at that moment thought, so I never walked there.

There were so many kids here at the moment that I lost track of my classmates. This was where I felt strong about my lucidity. Me and the rest of the class made our way in to another building. In this building there was more classrooms with more students in them. I can tell that this whole dream was a field trip to other schools.

I walked around the classroom and found some things of interest. Because this was a lucid dream, I thought it would be a good idea to pull out a few words from it. I looked at the walls in the classroom and eventually found a map with the names of countries. The words were hard to read and I noticed that only some parts of the map were marked with country names.

After a while of being inside this room with all these students, I walked out the nearest exit that lead me in to a narrow hall. I sat there waiting for the rest of the students to walk out. The room appeared to be a calm one. I felt so relaxed. Abigail came out of the room and had told me that the class was already on their way to the next room. I walked down the narrow hall to my left and stopped when I saw a waiting room. In this room I saw a few other classmates relaxing in it as well. The teacher was probably waiting for us in the other room.

I exited the waiting room and walked across in to another room, through another building where the rest of the class were waiting. They were waiting for me. I walked up to one of the teachers and tried to figure out what was next. I did see my old science teacher, Mrs. Kelly. They were waiting for me to take a few syringe shots. I'm not sure what the effects were. One of the instructors here called me over to a seat. I listened and sat down near her area. As I was seated, she gave me a red colored syringe and I wondered what it would do. The woman had another syringe in her right hand though. She pulled it out and struck me with it in the neck. Once that happened, I had a feeling of wooziness. It wasn't a bad feeling but I was afraid of what I would end up being. Then I woke up.