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Hey dream anon, i got one for you.
I'm back in high school, first day of school, spanish class. At some point it becomes science class. For some reason there's some kind of bread bowl that i HAVE to eat even though i'm not hungry. There's this suicidal girl that's making a big fit throughout the class. At some point she walks to the front of the class with a pistol and pops one into the ceiling getting everyone's attention. Then she indiscriminately fires a few off into the back of the classroom. Finaly she points it into her chin and kills herself. I am completely stone faced and disinterested trying to chew this bread as everyone else in the class is freaking out. I then get the urge to laugh but stifle it as i stare at the teacher smiling awkwardly with a worried expression doing a hand motion in an attempt to calm the class down.
Then i woke up.
I rarely dream and rarer-ly remember them.
