I woke up thinking about school. I might not be so successful in the class I'm taking now but I just have to. I have to pass the class, even if it's not the career choice I want. I started out in the dream in front of the street I am living at. It was in the afternoon when it took place. The dream immediately centered around Quynh Nguyen. Not that I saw her anywhere in the dream, she was still in my mind. I was searching for her, like I used to do in reality. Sometimes in the waking world, I wasn't able to find Quynh around the school when trying to apologize numerous of times. The Stalker image fit me well but, it's been a year but I still can't stop remembering the times when I felt so alone in that world. Quynh is not going anywhere. I was walking towards Dwight Way and tried my best to search for Quynh, or even Trinh. The feeling felt a lot like ones I felt before in person. In my mind, Quynh was nowhere to be found. I tried looking and talking to people, just like I did to someone else years ago but, there is no way she is going to come back the same way I first saw her, even if I did summon her, she's turned to the evil witch I just want to get rid of. I walked a little bit more and noticed my mother was walking with me now, but we weren't looking for Quynh anymore. This time, we pulled up to a few teenage boys who had something to offer us. Firepower. Tools like flash bangs, grenades, and explosives. They weren't able to accustom our needs at the time though. We had to wait out the rest of the day until we got the goods. These boys had also offered us to see some of these weapons in action. We did, after unknowingly being teleported in to a home where the feelings of my mind started to change. This room was about the size of a normal bedroom. There were maybe six or five people with me at the time. There were also triggered explosives set up all over the floor. Luckily, these explosives were not set. There were times when people in the room played around and pushed each other.I was pushed once and when someone pushed me, I accidently almost turned off one of the explosives. And last but not least, I remember someone trying to tickle my behind, which was one of the things I hate from happening in dreams.
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