7-24-17 An Assignment Gone Wrong

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I had a second dream last night that also involved an actor.

The dream started with me and Josh 2, my friend from school, going to class in the auditorium. Apparently today we were suppose to show our projects, a dance, which makes no since the the teacher was my english teacher last year.

Two people went up and I sat complaining like, I was never told about this, and I wasn't. But my turn never came. While another was performing, a guest entered the room to watch. It was Misha Collins. I wanted to ask him advice for what I should do, but my teacher's grandma, who was feeding everyone, called for a pause in the class so we could eat.
Then she jokingly threatened me with an electric razor.

Three girls were practicing their dance, "Where You Are" from Moana, while everyone ate. They basically just flailed their arms and gossiped.
People began to leave because class was over and it was time to go home. I didn't though, I wanted to talk to Misha.

I stayed behind and tried not to look weird while waiting for him to finish shaving.(why?)

When he did, we talked, but I was going to be late for the ride home. He picked me up, threw me over his shoulder, and ran outside to where the helicopter that was taking everyone home from the trip was waiting. I stood with him as we watched the helicopter rise up and something fall out of it. I ran forward to see my kitten(I think it was a cat), Rumplestiltskin.

I ran with Misha in tow to find a doctor. Eventually, the cat thing disappeared and I was stuck with another dilemma, I had a team of innocent men to lead through a maze of obstacles to freedom. 

We hid from an evil rat-thing and entered the military academy. This military was more like a sci-fi group with funny uniforms. Luckily, everyone went by a number, not their names, so it was easier to blend in with stolen uniforms.

We were about to escape when the base was attacked by some Batman style villain who plea up the fireplace, three people, and the backs of my ankles.
When he arrived through the hole in the wall, I was able to get him alone and explain our situation. We had no quarrel, and I didn't care if he wanted to overthrow our tyrannical government. I just wanted my people out safely.

So my team, Misha, and I(yes he's still here) were escorted of the property to continue our trek to freedom.

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