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I dreamed that I was back at my old middle school at the beginning of the year. I went to Chorus class but was mistaken and had to move to a class containing one of my worst enemies. The teacher gave me a pencil case with two or three good books in it (the pencil case wasn't big enough to hold even one, which was odd). I then headed out into the hallway and became partially lucid. I told this to some of my friends, telling myself that I had to to be nice even though I knew they weren't really real... although the faces on some of them were excellent!

I remember no more, although there are time gaps in this summary...