Isadore

A few of my friends and I were in a food restaurant which looked like a strange mix between an American Diner, where me and my friends hang out in real life, and McDonald's. It had an American style to it but the size and shape of the restaurant was like that of McDonald's. It was also really crowded. There were a lot of bar-stools at the front, near the cashier.

I had decided to get some food rather than go to work. As one of my friends was paying, I remembered that I didn't have any cash on me and that they didn't accept card payments. This is true of the American Diner in real life.

Again I dreamed about Kayako from the grudge. A friend, who I think was my best friend Fred, were in a house that we presumably owned. Fred was being haunted by Kayako. I was doing my best to avoid seeing her.

At one point it was night time and Fred and I were sharing a room. Kayako had appeared and I was doing my best to keep my eyes shut, which was near impossible.

I was being led into a building that was apparently the new A-level college that I had chosen to attend. The entrance hall was a huge room with a two story high ceiling. In the middle was an escalator leading to the next floor. My old biology teacher was leading me up the escalator and talking about how I had to be more organised with my studies this time around.

One of the subjects I was to be studying was art. My teacher in that lesson looked like my old teacher in my Middle School, Mr. Crew. I escaped from this lesson and went to the history block, which looked like the history block in high school. Outside one of the classrooms was a group of people waiting for a lesson. One of them was a friend from work, Tara. She didn't look too happy to see me, as if I was doing something wrong and inconsiderate. It was the same sort of way that my old biology teacher acted.