My Head When I Dream

Middle School Entrapped Me

The furthest back I remember for this dream is me floating around from building to building at the middle school I went to. The campus was open; we weren't confined to just one or two large buildings.

I was searching for my English class. I had checked a bulletin and bounded in float towards the direction of a classroom, only to find out it was incorrect. I went back to the bulletin, passing some friends, to find a plump woman who was a campus supervisor. She cleared up my confusion, so I took off in the right direction.

I was high in the sky, then ever so slowly floating down. I was over a fenced off area. There were two shed or cabin looking structures, sitting adjacent each other atop dry dirt. I vaguely remember seeing a tattered, yet colorful scarecrow beside my 7th grade English teacher who was sitting at a desk outside of one of the rickety structures. There was a meager garden, sprouts of green cabbage leaves jutting from the ground.

I heard my teacher say something along the lines of, "He can speak English well, but his writing is not so good..." talking about another student. She told me about placing students in whichever classes that would suit to their level. It felt as if I were acting as a sort of teacher's aid.

I think I was told to go inside.

Then, I remember I was outside again. I said, "I don't mind if we become the glee club." I would guess I was talking about my class. I also assume that it was a rather small one at that.

It's all really choppy how I remember this dream, but this part is really important.

For some reason now, against my will, I'm trapped inside a room of the structure. It looks like a little girl's room decorated with the theme of spring, though it is the nurse's office. I was thrown onto the single bed in that small office. The nurse I only glimpsed at; she was seated on a swivel chair. A muscled, veiny, bald man in a black shirt had put me in there.

I think he said not to get out or else.

I was compliant for some time, at least I hoped to believe so. Then I looked out a window. I can't even bare to try and remember the words. He was clearly being threatened.

Brad. From the dream I wrote about previous to this. He was held at his arms behind his back by two burly men, similar body types to the man who had me captive. It hurt me so much to see him like that. I screamed. He gave me one last look, a signature smirk from him with his teeth barely showing between his lips. Then he was pushed through a wall, like the old affects used in TV shows when people walked through walls, that was liquified I guess I would say.

At that point, I burst out of my confinement and towards where he was taken away. That was it.