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It was the first day back at school. I was laying down on the warm carpet floor with my back against the wall inside an office-like building. I stood right next to the classroom door, which was only a few inches away. Me and the other 15 or so individual students were waiting near the entrance waiting for our teacher to open up the door. I stood there observing the environment around me, absorbing the same depressing, atmospheric feeling of the first day of school. One of the students walked up to me, a girl. She stand down right next to me and, if I remember correctly, she asked me if there was anything wrong. I don't remember what I said to her.

When the time finally came, a moment difficult for me to recall, the door opened and we were all able to walk in to the class. I got back up on my feet and slowly walked through the doorway. The crowd of the students followed. As I was walking in to the classroom, I noticed a similarity of what I had seen in one of my previous dreams. The same classroom layout. Every single object within the room looked exactly like it did the last time I was here. Everything was in order. The desks, walls, carpet, and window were all recycled elements of my past. I never questioned whether I was dreaming or not.

As everyone was deciding where going to sit for the rest of the year, I quickly walked over to one of the tables laid out just right next to the front podium of the teacher's work area. I sat down facing her right side. I waited there for a few seconds and then a few other students decided to sit at the table. I stared at the front of the class and waited for the teacher's introduction.

When the whole class was set and everyone placed in their seats, the instructor begun teaching. I looked up at her and realized the person teaching us was going to be Mrs. Kelly, an old science teacher back at high school. I wasn't sure whether I was die of boredom or see something in class I probably have never seen before. As soon as she started talking to the class, she already started pointing out the different meanings of each term that was laid out on the overhead projected just behind her podium.

I sat there in my seat wondering when she was going to be done teaching. My eyes began drowsing off to sleep. That's when I questioned whether or not the subject material she was teaching us was boring or not. I spent a couple of seconds trying to focus on what she was actually talking about. After a few more seconds of listening to her, I begun understanding what she was actually talking about, making learning a little bit better for me.

Most of the details from the dream are fuzzy now.

I was in school, and I had the same science class as two of my friends. My female friend tried to seduce me in my room, but she was only doing it to use me. She was very tempting, but I shied away from her offer. Then someone else accused me of having feelings toward a male friend, even though I'm engaged. I wasn't quite sure how to handle that situation; the accusation was true, but I didn't like him enough to consider ending my current relationship. The accusation was a waste of breath.

I went to my science class, and in the middle of the lecture, the teacher began discussing lucid dreaming. Even his powerpoint slides had LD pictures. I notice how focused the teacher and the projector screen are on lucid dreams, and I am immediately suspicious. I become a little anxious--I think I was concerned that I would miss an opportunity to become lucid--and plug my nose. I can't tell if it had worked or not; I might have been able to breathe through my nose, but my nose didn't feel anything. The previous time, I distinctly felt the air in my nose. I make sure my mouth is closed, and I try the nose plug again, and I feel the air flowing through my nose.

My alarm goes off. I miss my chance to become lucid.

I was in the hallway at my school where I regularly go to my locker but for some reason, all of the lockers were in one of the classrooms in that hallway. I went into the locker room and there were a whole bunch of dream characters in there, resembling people at my school.
Specifically, my best friend Steve, my friend Aaron, and his girlfriend.
I cannot remember exactly how the fight got started, but I know that I was not the one who started it. Once a few people started fighting, It spread to all of the dream characters in the room.
It became important that I tell a teacher, I walked out of the locker room and was headed toward the classroom. I could sense someone coming from behind, and I grabbed them on the wrists from behind and threw them right over top of me.
When he landed in front of me, I saw that he was a large guy with short hair and a blue basketball jersey.
I looked into the door of the classroom, and saw my old science teacher from middle school. I told her in sort of a sarcastic voice.
"There's a huge fight going on out in the hall."
I think instead of going, she invited me to sit down and join her science class. I think we were learning about weather and the water cycle.

This morning I was able to remember my dream more completely than in nights before but I was only able to remember one (I didn't wake up when my WBTB alarm went off). I was in a science classroom and the people in the class were all the kids from my wrestling team. My wrestling coach was the teacher. He was talking to us about some charity that we should give to then he switched to complaining about where the money went (something about two murderers in Pennsylvania). He wanted us to donate the money to the wrestling team.
While he was talking I was looking through my friends text messages on his Droid. I asked him how much it cost and he said it was 1,000 a month but every third month it was far more expensive. I had a glass of water and it was empty so I was eating the ice in it, one of the ice cubes was a small egg (no shell) and everyone thought it was funny that I spit it out. I didn't get the feeling that it was a prank, instead that eggs were usually in in glasses of water and most people had the common sense to avoid them.