So I just woke up, and I had a pretty interesting dream. Like most of the dreams I've had lately that I can remember, Profe was in it. However, in the other ones the school year had not ended. In this one it had ended and took place in summer school (where I'm actually going starting tomorrow).
However, it was quite different than real summer school's going to be. First off, it took place in my old middle school rather than a high school. Secondly, it seemed as if everyone was going there, not just certain people. Also, while real summer school only teaches core classes, this one taught other ones as well, including Spanish.
First, I was on the bus. The bus was going around picking kids up, and I found it interesting how many kids had to go to summer school. One was this really bad kid who was really stupid and annoying (yes, he really exists. I can't stand the little...). Anyway, I can't remember much of the day at school until 7th hour. The day, however, was only four full hours long (which summer school actually is).
Well, there was one thing I remembered before 7th hour. I think it was first hour or something and the teacher told us that we wouldn't be able to go to high school until we learned (some name I can't remember). So she led us into this big room. Apparently we had to learn some crazy Mexican dance (which doesn't really exist). I had no idea what this had to do with high school and why Profe wasn't teaching it rather than this random lady, but I went along with it anyway. The dance involved jumping up and down and waving your arms while random salsa music played. Weird, I know. I remember thinking of making a Pokémon video with two Caramelldansen style Pikachu doing the dance and random Charspanese singing in the background. For some bizarre reason, I thought it was a good idea.
Then the lady said we all passed and we left the room. I saw two kids I knew from last year, and both were in my 7th hour, actually. Then there was some weird thing about them hating each other but being in a romantic relationship anyway. Oh-kay.
Then, it was 7th hour somehow. When I walked in I had no idea where to sit because everything was rearranged and I kept wanting to go to my old spot. Then someone pointed out (don't ask how they knew) that my spot was somewhere on the other side of the room, so I sat there. The bell rang and Profe came in, and while I was sad that I didn't get to talk to him before class, I was confident that I'd be able to after class.
Profe said that since it was the first day, we weren't going to do any Spanish that day. Instead, much to my horror, he passed out math worksheets. Everyone else seemed to get it just fine, but I couldn't make heads or tails of it. So I decided just to write random numbers and turn it in, deciding that was better than not doing it at all.
I did so, but apparently you had to cut out patterns that were built into the worksheet after you finished the worksheet itself. I did so, and then turned it in. Afterwards I didn't have anything to do, so I randomly decided to draw a Pokémon picture in my sketchbook. However, for some odd reason Profe decided to have one person finish cutting out everyone else's worksheets and chose me. Which I did, albeit reluctantly. For the last one I just sort of half ripped it out and then brought the cut outs up to be turned in.
However, I sort of had this... feeling. This feeling that Profe was being mean to me, as was a lot of the class for some reason (which was a lot like my old 7th hour, just smaller). I pushed the feeling away and tried to rationalize it (Profe was just busy, etc), but the feeling kept coming back.
Then when I was sitting at my spot, a random stick like thing banged into my leg. It hurt, and I was like "what the heck was that?" Some kid said it was some magic thing that was attracted to bad people or something, basically. Then a bunch of other people kept saying I was bad and troublesome and such. Er... O_o
Also, I saw Profe peek through a secret door. This door led into the room where kids were doing that crazy Mexican dance. So he apparently had a part in it after all. Also, I remember seeing him laughing after he looked.
So then everyone was just sitting there. I think the bell was going to ring soon. However, as if to amke up for the fact that I hadn't really talked to him earlier, I randomly said "Profe!" really loud. He just laughed, and a lot of the kids were all "That was totally awesome!" for some strange reason. One of them was a girl whom I hadn't seen in about three or four years. O-o
It was about time to go, about five minutes before the bell rang. However, all the students except me mysteriously disappeared. I gathered my stuff and decided that I wanted to talk to Profe once the bell rang. However, a random girl appeared and asked him something, and two random teachers who don't really exist showed up and started telling Profe how great he was. Then they saw me. Despite me not knowing anything about them, they started going on about how bad and troublesome I was. I was like "...What???" seeing as not only had I never seen them before, I had certainly not done anything particularly bad or troublesome that day and in fact tried to prove I wasn't. However, one of the teachers looked creepily similar to that evil Umbridge lady from Harry Potter, so that might have something to do with it.
Profe didn't say a thing in my defense, which simply added to the feeling that he was mean to me now. However, after they left I asked him if he thought I was bad and such now (with tears in my eyes, I remember) and he didn't give me a straight answer.
Suddenly it turned into a place that looked creepily the same as my backyard, yet it was still at school somehow. Him and a bunch of random students were swimming in a pool or just running around. I asked Profe if I could stay too, and he said he didn't care as long as I let one of my parents know. So I went inside (a house appeared, somehow) and looked for a phone, but couldn't find one. I did however run into my dad, who was indeed there for some reason. Seeing as a parent now knew where I was and such, I went back outside.
While I was out there some random boy tackled me and pointed some stick like thing (like the one that hit my leg earlier in the dream) to my throat. Then he went on about how bad and evil I was and that it was his job to destroy me or something like that, while I was laying on the ground with a magic stick ready to kill me. The boy was covered in armor that reminded me of those Halo games for some reason (which I haven't actually played but have heard about).
Somehow I managed to get away and told Profe that everyone thought I was evil now and there were odd magic sticks. Profe suddenly looked concerned and asked if someone pointed one of these sticks to my throat, and I told him that someone had. He suddenly seemed to be nice to me again. Then that same boy in the Halo armor came out of nowhere, pushed Profe to the ground and pushed that stick to his throat. I guess he was considered a traitor or something. I was like "Noooooo!" but woke up before I could do anything to help Profe.
When I woke up, I was relieved that Profe wasn't about to be attacked by a creepy magic stick-wielding boy and that nobody thought I was evil. However, I was sad that it was only a dream and that I wasn't really in Profe's class again.
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