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Last night as usual my dream took place at my old high school, not the one i graduated from but the one i was expelled from and therefor had to finish at a different school. I was talking to Mr. Moscowitz which is unusual for seeing as how i hate that guy and he was having me walk around some parts of the school picking up pieces of crap with a shovel and weird rake. My p.e. teacher from the second school i mentioned was also there and telling me some kind of something that i guess was supposed to be inspiring and it seemed that he worked for principle Moscowitz now as well. The layout of the school was a little different than normal and parts of it were a concrete ground kind