Leaving the matrix

I was at some large room that looked like a college classroom, the height layered seats all filled to the brim with students, I was in one of the seats closer to the floor where the teacher was. She talking and showing a presentation of sorts. It's about how perhaps if she convinced her mom to exercise her mom wouldn't of got leukemia, or died from it or something. I the pictures of her mother from healthy and mid-life, and then the images progressed fast with diminishing health and ended with white hair. I was preoccupied with this story going on but my attention was broken when the teacher called me to the front of the class. I wonder why she is beckoning me, but I climb sloppily through other students and then down the aisle section brake stairs anyways. As I'm still walking towards the right of the teachers desk, she starts talking to the students about me. She says "Does subliminal voices affect the subject like everyone else?" and then on the screen behind the teacher is a picture of my face and above my face is what the subliminal voices they're sending to my head is saying so the students know since they can't hear it when it's directed at me. I felt it trying to work but I kept mentally blocking it and shaking my head. The teacher seemed irritated that it didn't work on me, then she turned into a curly haired teenage boy with glasses. He got up and tackled me, I pushed back and successfully began to overpower him, then he resorted to a petty thing, he grabbed my glasses that of which appeared from nowhere, and he snapped them in half at the nose bridge, I couldn't believe he did this. I only have two pairs and my second pair appears, I quickly put them on and then I grab his pair off of his face and snap his in half as well. He has two more back ups that he runs for, but I get to them first and snap another, and pop out the lenses then stomp the glass of another and then I run out of the classroom. Its looks like the inside of the Titanic but with a black and white color scheme. There are workers walking around that I feel I shouldn't be spotted by for some reason, so I get into prone position and instead of crawling I slide like a hot-wheel behind the short wooden pillared second story railing. One of the workers spots me and I think she is going to come after me but she doesn't, she runs to another worker in fear, so get up and run around a few corners that leads me to this outdoorish breezeway with groups of slow walking people that I have to jog around to get past. There's all these fair like booth selling products. I pass the one booth and the guy stops me and says "you again?" (I guess apparently I got pierced by this guy at this booth before or something) He motions me to come into the booth which has like Arabian carpets for a roof cover instead of tarp or plastic. I ask what I got pierced by him, I can't remember. He doesn't tell me. He say's "oh look you got new tattoos since then", I look at where he pointed and the tattoo I got was now repeated on my arm three times and I say "What? who would do that?!" and some tattoo artist laughs and says "it's going to keep multiplying".