Hazel's Boiler Room

I had quite a few dreams last night, but this is the only one that I remember.

1- Alex the Cursed
At school, I am in a gang led by a boy named Alex. (Who, by the way, seems to be the same Alex from my orphanage dream a while back.) This isn't a normal kind of gang. Alex's father is a leading figure in the Mafia; our gang is designed to undermine his malicious schemes.

In a tragic turn of fate, however, Alex is discovered. Furious, his father beats him unconscious before my eyes (I am chained to the wall). Then, to my horror, he pulls down the boy's pants and chops off his penis.

"You sick bastard!" I screech, straining uselessly against my chains. "He's your son! How can you be so cruel!?"

I am released without any (physical) harm, and I carry Alex back to his room. (Although, "carry" isn't the right word. I more or less had to drag him due the fact that he was considerably larger than me.) I feel sorry for him when he wakes up...

*time lapse*

The gang and I seem to be under some sort of sleeping spell. I drowsily wonder why I haven't gotten out of bed the past week.

Suddenly the nurse brings in some "medicine." She says that Alex sent it. Throughout the dream, we had been taking some particular type of drug to enhance our fighting abilities. I believe that this is the same thing, despite the fact that it is clearly labeled "Furniture Cleaner." One sip of it and I am abruptly wide awake.

I rush to the nearest sink as fast as my legs can carry me (which happens to be the one in Alex's bedroom) and begin spitting the stuff out. It has started foaming, and takes quite a while to get it all out. Blech! "I... I think I prefer the other medicine," I say to Alex weakly. "Although this one DID get me out of bed."

He is angry that we haven't been to see him since his... incident. I apologize profusely, making a mental note to slaughter whoever put me under that damn spell...

*time lapse*

It is time for the school election, and since two girls from the Yakuza are running, it is important for our gang to send two candidates. Alex and I are the popular choice. I know that I will end up doing most of the work (since he's going to be disabled for a while), but I put on a brave face and accept the offer. (I really, really hate positions where I must speak in front of people.)

For some reason, part of the pre-election activities consists of hiding seven slips of paper in the kitchen. The opposing team who finds all of the other team's papers wins the challenge.

But the Yakuza girls are cheaters. I catch them spying on me as I hide the slips of paper, so Alex and I start devising a scheme of our own to sabotage them.