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    Hand to hand with a Jamaican

    by , 08-13-2012 at 04:03 AM (466 Views)
    I don't remember much about this dream because I didn't have time to right it down while I was on vacation. Anyways..

    I was late to school and I was listening to music playing on my phone via Pandora. I was standing just outside of the class I was late to. I was trying to turn off the music that was playing so that I could go to class but whenever I tried to do something on my phone it would open up a different app or do something wrong. Then I got a text from some girl named Taylor Johnson. The text was asking me how I got to school all I remember from it was it asking if I jogged to school. I thought to myself, nope I drive to school and then started to wonder how she had gotten my phone number. (Even though she was a contact in my phone apparently, otherwise her name wouldn't have shown up.) But I didn't care that much because it was a girl that I apparently knew and liked. I finally got my phone to cooperate and turned Pandora off and then I walked into the classroom.

    I walked into what looked my art class but it was arranged differently and had a different teacher. I apologized to her for being late and then sat down. At my congregation of desks there was a blonde girl in a blue dress. I thought to myself this girl in a dress like that, I must be in a dream. And then I realized that I in fact was. After becoming lucid I was instantly attacked by a Jamaican. I didn't really have time to think so I broke a wooden pencil in half and began to use it like a weapon with each piece in my hand as if they were batons. He was throwing punches at me and I was blocking them with my forearms and I eventually got him to the ground. He told me that he was a Jamaican nationalist and that he had a bomb inside of his leg. He preceded to explain to me his reason for his attack, but I don't remember anything he said. He then told the people inside of the classroom something like if they allowed him to detonate his bomb that they would be saved or something to that effect. Some of them cheered and were yelling to blow it up. I was dragging him away from the table that I was sitting at telling him that I wouldn't let him kill those people.

    It got put to a vote whether to detonate it or not by two different teachers, the one who's class I was in and another teacher named Ms. Sac. The vote ended up 17 to 14 with Ms. Sac winning and the bomb not being detonated. Then I saw a picture of Ms. Sac, an old woman with a sewing machine, and an echoing voice started saying Sac, Sac, Sac like she had won at laser-tag or something. After this I don't think anything else happened.

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