Xanous' Dream Journal

#238 - DILD - 5:00AM

I am wondering in an elementary school looking for my class. Several kids rush to a room to be in a popular teachers class. Once he accepts the 13th student he has to turn everyone else away. several kids walk away looking disappointed. I wonder why the school just didn't schedule people like they usually do. I come to an empty classroom with a young female teacher. I really have to pee and I think I see a really small toilet with a door acting as a partition. I mumble something about finding a toilet but as I get closer, I see it's actually just a white trashcan. I can feel the teacher looking at me and think I better say something. "I thought there was a toilet in here." She says, "No." And mumbles something else as I walk away. I pass the popular teachers room and wonder outside.

As I make my way to the other school building across the street I notice that I am wearing a backpack and I feel like I can barely move. The effort is making my tired and by the time I reach the glass doors I feel that I am moving ridiculously slow. The feeling reminds me of SP and I suddenly realize I am dreaming. I decide the backpack was the problem and I take it off. I freely move inside and see a younger version of my mother standing there. Instead of doing a task, I decide to just go with the theme of the dream and see where I end up. I hand mom the backpack and say, "Hey mom take my backpack."
She asks why and I tell her, "Because, you know where my class is and you can take me there. I hook my hands around her elbow and I feel her drag me down the hall. I the the ceiling and my vision gets jumbled. I feel my mom suddenly sling me around and I come to a stop.

I am now looking into a classroom with only a handful of kids sitting a desks. For whatever reason I decide to act like a totally asswagon now. I shout out the ever cheezy, "Whats uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuup." Then, WHAT UP BITCHES?!" I see a boy who has a bald shaved head and his black hair begging to grow back. "Hey baldy!" I rub his head and then slap him hard in the back of it. I see no seats to take but there is a comfortable looking beanbag chair in the corner. I go sit down.

I can't see the teacher very well but she is talking to me, "I don't want you here. You are a mouthy kid and mouthy kids make me mad."
I let out a loud giggle at that, "Well, too bad. I am number 13 and you have to have 13 in your class. Besides, you'd have to deal with me eventually. You might as well get it over with now."
The teacher seems to accept this but clearly doesn't like it by the way she is mumbling under her breath. I realize I am not sitting idle and I think of my body in bed. I suddenly wake up.