I was an adult teacher, probably at an elementary school. There was a school fundraiser going on, and my dad in real life was selling big scoops of flavored ice for one dollar each. I tried the first scoop and approved of it. (Even though I couldn't actually taste it. That would probably be the tell-tale sign of it being a dream, but I for some reason I always believe I'm living my dreams. Pfft.)
Anyway, the kids ran over and the first kid to get a scoop was my friend in real life, Cupcake!
Do you guys remember Cupcake? I'm not sure if I ever gave out her real name. Hint: It's the group that sings "Don't Stop Believing". No, it's not the cast of Glee, how dare you?
Turns out she doesn't have a dollar, so she promises she'll give one tomorrow. I mean, this is my friend Cupcake here and I trust her, so I wanted to find some sort of pen and paper so I can write down her name and what she owes, but then all of a sudden the kids come running towards the little snow cone cart, and my mind's a bit foggy on this, but I'm pretty sure I scream at them and treat them pretty harshly.
Suddenly, I'm at home, probably still the teacher, and I'm reading a description of a movie on my TV. It was describing an event similar to the shaved ice incident, and saying that the kids were planning to murder the teacher for yelling at them or something. According to the description, somehow the teacher finds out about their plan and makes a decision. . .
A decision I'll never know. Because I woke up to the World of Starcraft and my brother's iPod.
I just needed to finish the description's last sentence, and I would know the end of this story! IMAGINE THAT!!!
So now I'm interested. What if I murdered all these random kids or got a dummy and some fake blood or came back from the dead in the form of a zombie?? I will never know. Augh, there is nothing worse than waking up in the middle of a fascinating dream. . .