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A friend and I were visiting this weird organization from a previous dream, who had this weird display on tracks, with one section for each year and a few sections for individuals. For some reason one of us decided to walk into where next years would be, and this organization being run by the government, we were arrested. They apparently though we were going to be hiding money in their facility. We found ourselves detained in that area next to two individuals who had the same fate, an African-American woman and child. I made a semi joking comment that they would have to at least let us out next year when they opened the area to the public. My friend wanted to break out, so when we went to the public bathroom (they apparently didn't have a private one nearby), I met some friends from the club I run. They started forming a plan while I was urinating, which was unusual, considering the stream was like 20 feet long and and one guy just walked up to it and stood so close he was being splattered.

After I woke up I "googled" the ACA using whatever was left of the dream state, and found it had a similar logo to pepperidge farms.

My family was planning on going on some sort of trip, and I was packing before dawn. One time as I was going out, I saw my mom talking to a man with a hat, who was offering to fix our power lines. I can't remember much of what happened immediately after, but I had an argument about with my mom about packing (she was telling me to do stuff I already did a few days ago) and after I went outside. When I got out there I saw some people stealing our trash cans, and replacing them, and digging holes in my lawn. I asked them "what are you doing to our lawn" and wondered why I said "our" since they didn't have any claim to it, I concluded that I would say I was using the Native American concept that no one can own land if they asked about the use of "our", and I saw the annoying landscaper coming out to my right, he said he was just doing what was necessary to fix our trees so that they weren't leaning on the power lines. I told him that he needs to ask before doing anything extra and was going to go in to get my parents, because since they hired him they could stop this guy. But I woke up first

The first involved taking naked pictures of myself hanging from the ceiling and other strange positions in a photo shoot, a transition I don't remember, and getting mad at my mom while she was teaching. This led to her being upset, so the principle said he wanted to see me after school, although I couldn't do it very easily because of afterschool activities. I woke up after a while of arranging them.

The only thing I remember from the second is that there were charities arranged in some good way.

So it started at the beginning of the school year where I was to be taking an extra science class in addition to the normal ones I had. The classwork mixed chemistry, and physics, but as our teacher explained the class was designed to vilify Texas and it's culture. Our teacher was a tall black man vaguely resembling Mr. T with a shaved head, and he started the year by giving a large packet of problems to be done in class. Although after a few days, he announced a school trip to England to my family. We took a toy boat and the trip took 10 minutes.

Apparently we were in Texas, because as soon as we got there he began to criticize Texas culture. We had a test which was to launch a ball through a hoop positioned above it. Some students had difficulty the first few times, however they were able to get it by a second or third attempt. He had a student from Texas attempt it who couldn't do it no matter how many attempts she had. He blamed this inability on the Texas education system, showing that she did not know the physics behind the task, and that the average individual from Texas did not know either. We then went around cleaning the windows, as they blocked out light from the outside world and hid "the corruption of the average Texan". Around this point I stopped being in the dream. We finished for the day and retired to our dorms. The teacher and three other, slightly less muscular men were sleeping in the same bed naked together . The teacher got dressed and went outside and spoke to a woman who said she knew how to resurrect the dead. They went to a window, and they saw three girls breathing on it and wiping away the condensation that came from that. This was how you did it, however the girls technique was all wrong so it didn't work. The teacher repeated what the girls did, and saw his dead wife as a zombie bouncing around the room, he got scarred once or twice but stayed there. The dream cut away to the three other men talking, as the teacher walked with crutches, with one leg gone and a mechanized replacement for the other, it turned out he lost one leg and the other came off at the knee. There was talk of a strange torture device and of him repeatedly stabbing himself in the face. This was the last thing I remember.