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I was seeing a lapse of Batman. Not from his beginning generations, but from his newest movies. I saw him kneeling, looking up at the city that fomed in the shape of a bat. I saw glimpses of The Joker, The lady Joker, Cat Woman and I think others. This was like I was watching the preview to Arkham city.
I walked into my classroom, after getting these papers from the office. I sat down and saw Danica walk in. I expected her to come sit down next to me, but unsuprisingly she sat behind me. I looked behind myself and she ponted that I didn't have a desk next to me and sort of laughed(the rows were in pairs). Nicely, Bailey saw me and scooted closer to me. I think I rolled my eyes. But I handed him the paper that I got in the office after briefly reading it. He held it and was really surprised. I guess I got to go to a celebration for those who did something good. As the people with the papers were announced to go, Danica came with me. Someone was telling me, are you sure you want to go over there? But there was nothing better to do and I wanted free crap. I saw a chubby asian kid in the back with a bag the size of a sleeping bag with gummy bears. We sat near the the left front. I guess the students who answered the questions right got free stuff, but it was only candy/sweets. I left, and gave Danica the paper as she decided to stay. I don't remember where I went, but I came back after some time and she had a bunch if stuff in a bag, I said thanks, and snacked on one of the many (about 10) cookies she had won, plus candy. We ended up at lunch and I was handing out cookies by then. This was a really weird dream.
The family and this one guy was grocery shopping. We were about finished, and for some reason I was sucking on a Baby Bottle Pop? The guy told me to watch him, and when the cashier finished checking everything out, and we were leaving, he put the whole unpaid tray of Baby Bottle Pops onto the cart. I said, you know thats not going to go past the metal detector, but it did. I looked at him weird. We then walked out, and I saw these two Mexican gringo-wanna be's backing up in their ugly white car. My mom, Marge Simpson, just realized that either the car was out of gas, or she FORGOT the car. Her smoking twin sister was there aswell and giving terrible advice, well her car was there, and she had been looking at clothes. Maggie whispered in Marges ear, telling her something. Then Marge said, you know you can give your bags to the people and they'll hold it for you until you come back? She then threw her bags into a blue dumpster, said thanks, and drove off.
After that, I was driving around as someone around Winco, and walls began to fall above, as I tried to dodge them. This dream continuation was a blur.