This morning, I had a dream. No, not like Martin Luther King Jr. Like "zzzzzz" dream. "Zzzzzzz" as in "snore". It seemed everything in my dream realated to the real world. So in the dream, I was at school. It was time to go home, but my backpack broke. Green stuffing was coming out, the same green stuffing coming out of my dog's bed. So for some reason, I was trapped in school, like a backpack that wasn't broken fixed all my problems. I guess my dream still wanted a fixed backpack, because all of a sudden, extra rooms were lined against the corridors. Some weren't even school related, one room had massage chair thingies. (I call it a massage room.) Then there was this random guy who said, "The exit is over there," in the massage room. The first time he said it was at your left. So f course, I ran to the left, and the guy was there again. He said, "The exit is back there." Then I'd say, "But we were just there!!" Then he'd say again, "The exit is back there. If you get into trouble, find an exit and run back home." Maybe this was related to the song "Here We Go Again". :D Cuz I mean, REALLY? You told me it was over there, so I came here!! I had no choice, but then instead of seeing the massage room, there was a dead end with a library. Then there was this bully who was severely beating up this scrawny kid. Sounds familiar, yes? After all, there is a lot of bullying in the USA. I was scared to death about this bully, maybe that's why my backpack turned into a plastic bag. Suddenly, a found an exit and ran back home. I saw three other kids from my real life school. (Their names were Josh, Sierra, and Tomi.) We never crossed a crosswalk, we crossed the middle of streets. I was halfway done with my journey home when I woke up. I always wke up to dreams, whether it's in the morning or at 11:00. I once I had a dream similar like this. It had the same guy, I think. You know, this would make a good story...
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