The Mouse's Coffin
Another life/death dream, featuring a small rodent this time. I was in a very old put posh looking mahogany classroom similar to one from Harry Potter. I was having an argument with my friends as the class ended. I wanted to talk with the same friend from "The Sickness" but my mate told me, "I don't think he wants to talk with you". I asked why but then his towering lanky compadre replied shouting, "Because you're being so racist! Get over here, PAKI! PAKI this, PAKI that!". I protested, shouting, "But I never said any of those things!". It didn't work, and all three of them walked off looking at me as if I was scum. I genuinley felt really bad about that, but I've forgotten a bit here.
Later on I was back in the same classroom on my own. On the teachers desk I found two mini-coffins, only about 10cm in length each. I put my finger over each and felt that there was a beating heart within one of them. It was an eerie feeling. I knew something was living inside but I imagined it to be a gory mesh of bones, blood and organs. It was as if I respected the beuty of life but at the same time winced at the disgust of it. I continued walking on but looked around a few seconds later. The coffin had opened and a tiny mouse scurried quickly out of it across the floor, and I got this, "It's alive!" shock. I was intensley afraid of it in the dream and I picked up books aimlessley trying to squash the thing. It was an odd dream and I only remembered it halfway through lunch today!