dream fragment

(Let it be known that filling out a daily dream journal entry is starting to become a chore for me.)

First one is more of a fragment. I go to my school (Once again, my school is NEVER as it is in real life in my dreams. Hell, the dream schools don't even have consistency.) to check on something, or get something, or something. Anyways, I'm going back out to my car to go home, when I pass through my English classroom to leave. (For some reason, it's always my English class featured in dreams...) I notice that all the students and the teachers are there. I continue towards the exit, when I look at the clock. From what I remember, the clock said six, but that seemed like a perfectly normal time for the students to be in class. I "surprisingly" asked what time it was, then coughed audibly on purpose as I left the class, to make them think I was sick.

As I was walking outside later, I realize class shouldn't even be in session right now. Instead of going lucid, however, I simply buffawed at all the over-achievers.

(Something very memorable: The class had a very high roof.)

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Second one is in the auditorium. We're having some Spanish-language presentation, for some reason. The lady is almost done with her first song (Or is it a man? I can't tell.) She moves on to the second song... Or story... Or whatever.

I basically doze off, since I don't fucking speak Spanish, so it's pretty boring for me. I wake up at the end of the song, and find that all the Mexicans (Who, for some reason, were all sitting on the left half of the room) had turned white. Like, actual the color white. I thought there was a joke that I didn't get, and they all laughed so hard they turned white. But then I noticed they had all put on white clothes and painted their faces white.

I noticed that a number of other people had put on yellow clothes and painted themselves yellow. It made sense to me that all the Spanish speaking people made themselves white due to some command from the presenter, and all the non-Spanish speakers had to dress in yellow. The dude (Mexican) sitting next to me pulled me up by a yellow string around my neck. I thought it was some sort of symbolic strangling, or the like.

Anyways, that dies down after a while, even though I'm afraid I've offended people. I actually thought part of it was in English and I had simply missed out on parts while I was sleeping.

However, one of my old friends from school, M, talks to another, A, and comments on how the entire thing was in Spanish and she couldn't understand a word.

Another "A" friend is wearing a silk shirt which has down the middle button un-buttoned. Now, this A friend was always a little chubby, so it's kind of disturbing to see, especially considering he has chest hair in this dream. So I tell him to button it at least one more up. He does so, but, as he warned me, it looks even worse somehow.

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I vaguely recall something about super-heros.