VarrhenSpecter

Me and several other students were on a race track preparing for a long, competitive race. It was about a whole classroom of students scattered around the starting line. The race track wasn't your typical dirt themed one, but it was one covered with air compressed pillows. It went all the way to the finish line. It was indoors and outdoors. The race was just about to begin.

The race started right as soon as the first person started running. The whole set of students began hopping from one section of pillows to another. Most of them were left off in the middle, with only a few of them up front. I was stuck behind the middle ones. I wasn't how the game worked at first, so I observed some of the other races before I decided to actually give it a try. It turned out, everybody was hopping to get ahead of the game. After noticing this, I started to take my way past the middle races.

Eventually, after making it through the indoor part of the race, we reached the outside world. I continued hopping as best as I could to try and win. At this point, I was just about getting on the line with the really good hoppers. I also observed the environment surrounding me. We were all what now seems to be a huge racing stadium, though most of it being taken up by empty fields of grass and small buildings. There were also no barricades on the sides of the pillows, meaning there was no protection if any of us fell by accident.

After a while of hopping, I notice this girl hopping up next to me, seemingly trying to catch a glimpse of who I was. I spent little bit attention to this person until I took a quick stare at them and noticed who they were. It was Quynh, the same girl who went to piano class with me in high school and the same girl I thought a lot for three years. She was still wearing that same green sweater she'd almost always wear to school. Quynh and me were the only racers closer to the finish line.

Quynh wanted to win just as much as me. For a moment, I even noticed her trying to push me off the track because of her facial expressions she had while staring back at me. I did not intend to lose. If she pushed me, I thought, I'd have to counter it and make her fall off the pillows instead. Fortunately, she never did. Instead, the two of us were in first place, desperately trying to jump over a large gap from one large set of pillows to another.

When we finally reached the finale of the race track, both of us took a long hop over a bottom layer of grass floor. As me and Quynh were both making the jump, my only thoughts were, "I have to win!" We both landed on the set of pillows, seemingly at the same time. We both stopped ourselves from hitting the wall in front of us and took a moment to notice each other. I stared at Quynh and she was staring at me. What seemed to be an outrageously, long conflict between us, one that lasted for so long, it finally felt like we were on agreeing terms to give each other one more chance at friendship.

I'm sitting here in my child development class. In reality, today is my first day back from break after a two week period. The classroom is set out a little bit differently than the real one. I was seated right next to the teachers desk along with a few other students. We're waiting for an instructor, a visitor, to come in to the classroom.

I was just about to give a class presentation, but something occurred. The visitor came in a bit later. Upon arriving, they didn't even apologize for their inconvenience. I didn't like her too well. I also do remember a purple blanket and using Blender to texture its body to come out with good results.

The next thing that came up was something a little better. I was now seated next to the classroom exit door, watching what the outside looked like. I noticed I was back at Fairfax Elementary. I always picture the same exact scene whenever I dream of this school. It's my happy place. The only down side was seeing Quynh in this school. She already messed up my views of high school, I was going to let her mess up this one.

There were a couple of children outside walking in a single line towards the assembly room towards the back of the school. I couldn't tell much from their faces but the innocence in them, or at least I hope they were innocent. I'm sort of having no motivation in being a teacher's aide or teacher in this type of criteria but, every time I see children in my dreams in a school like this, I sort of don't want to let this type of career go, despite my difficulties towards speaking in class with other students. I'm not sure what will happen.

This next part was strange. I was playing Hitman Absolution but at the same time, I felt that it was real. I had to make sure I wasn't caught in the act of sneaking through an enemies' residence. This scene reminds me of the Run for Your Life mission. I had so many things to interact with such as stoves, knives, cookies, and buttons.

I slowly made my way through the kitchen. Each room that I passed by had an enemy torturing someone or something else. I didn't pay too much attention to them. At times I thought it'd be cool to sabotage a stove to make gas spread out in the air but I never did.

I just woke up with a headache and my hair is irritating me!

I was supposed to me Jerimiah(friend) in the dream on a big grassy field. A few other people are supposed to meet up with us shortly to prepare for our first day working at the child care center. I couldn't remember who some of these other people on the field were. We eventually all met up with each other and started to perform activities together.

I could remember spending a bunch of time doing a lot of fun stuff with Jerimiah and these few other people, but I can't remember what exactly it was that we were doing. I had fun with them. It helped me get rid of the anxiety I had before I walked in to the child care center. I'm also really shy, so I felt like I was being forced to get the shyness out of me(my father put me in the class so I wouldn't stay at home all day).

We all soon had to get ready to leave each. Jerimiah asked out on who was willing to go to the care center and work with the kids. There were two other boys who volunteered, but I just waited until Jerimiah called out my name. I went. As for Jerimiah and the other couple people with us, they went back somewhere else. I followed the two other guys in to the care center building.

We soon entered the building and started seeing the teachers and children around. The teachers were staring and for the children, they were playing on the floor. The teachers looked at us all suspiciously as if we were up to something wrong. Nothing went wrong. I continued following the two boys and eventually walked in to a room in which we had to work in. We all sat on the floor while a teacher was speaking and waited there patiently until the dream ended.

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.

Back at Pacific a same night, I was in Ms. Kelly's science class. The classroom was dark and only half of the students were there. I knew some of the students but I could remember them all. One of them was Adrian and of course, Ms. Kelly.

Kelly was lecturing us as she walked around the classroom and pointed at things. She didn't look much different than she did a few years ago I saw her. After all this time passed, I can still look at them the same.

Ms. Kelly brought something up to the class and see if anyone would respond. She pointed a stick somewhere on a board in a back and after a few minutes of waiting, no one responded. But just about when she was going to walk back to the front of the classroom, I opened up a few words out of my mouth. Now the only reason I thought this was strange was because I never talked much in the classroom when I was in school. I was always the shy one and only spoke up when someone asked me a question.

I asked the teacher a random question. "Do you think I'll get married some day?" She looked at me and tried to answer. I asked her another question, "Do you think I'll make a great husband?" The whole class were just listening. I stared back at the teacher and heard Adrian's voice whispering out, "He talks." The teacher responded, "Well, I don't know, do you like boys or girls?" I smiled and brought my hands up in the year in a sign of confusion. The students laughed at my response. I cannot remember anything else.

Still thinking about Pacific again, I started out in the same classroom, history. I was seated in the back of the classroom, waiting for the bell to ring. I've always felt this way in the classroom in the real world. It was the class of the day and I always finished my work just to get out of that place quickly.

After the bell rang, most of the students got ready to leave while a few others stayed and used the monitors in the back. I never left that quickly. There were still some things I wanted to get out of my head before I left the classroom, it's how I'm used to doing things in reality. These feelings that I had, they were sad ones.

The teacher was staring at me the whole time I was staring at my desk, or at least I thought she did. When I realized that, I decided to stay a little longer and use one of the computers in the back. My intention was to try and see if the teacher would say anything about her staring at me.

She was a friendly teacher. She allowed us stay on the computer for as long as we wanted, it didn't bother her. I was on the computer reading some of the messages I had on EcoCityCraft. Most of them were from Gold_Digger_5000. That's all I did. I wanted to play Star Wars but didn't wanted to get in trouble for it.

My time at the monitor was finally over and I would soon make an exit from the classroom. There was a problem when I tried. A few people outside were yelling out to everyone, "Don't stare at it!" I had no clue what they were talking about until more people yelled the words.

There was something just a few steps away from the classroom I was about to leave. It was something to be deemed as evil or satanic. I believed if you got near it, bad things would happen, but I never went in front of it so I wouldn't know.

The first thing I could remember is becoming a helper at a kid's school. An instructor escorted me to the room filled with young kids between ages five and ten. This classroom was very small and had an irregular shape. I noticed that the floor had black and white square shaped tiles. I stared at the floor and only felt a sense of calmness enter inside of me. The classroom was filled with about ten kids but I don't recall any of their faces. I do remember walking around the classroom observing it. I did feel a little optimistic working with these children. Then I woke up.