I was walking to home economics but when I got through the door way to the class room I realized that I was unprepared, I had no backpack and no pencil. I had nothing but the clothes on my back (which included no shoes or socks) and I had a jug of milk. for some reason the teacher was nowhere to be found the whole time, people I had only in other classes were there, and the sewing machines were computers. We where doing ELA assignments on the computers and when we finished we all sat at the tables and the computers magically disappeared. I was sitting at my usual table but instead of the usual person across from me, it was my friend Damon. I still had the 100% full and unopened jug of milk at the table with me and upon him taking it and dumping it all over the floor, I realized I had a very strong emotional attachment to that specific jug of milk, and I was ready to fight him for it without hesitation. Without thinking when the milk started pouring on the floor I instantly got really pissed off and tackled him from across the table and it felt so real, petty, but real. I remember feeling my usual raging symptoms of anger, my ears and cheeks were on fire, I felt my entire body go red and once I tackled him from across the table and knocked him out of his chair I remained on top of him fighting him for the jug of milk which he continued to mercilessly dump on the floor I grabbed and clawed for it, I grabbed his shirt collar and shook it making his head repeatedly hit against the floor and having natural grown out long nails, when I clawed and grabbed for it I clawed him in the process. I felt the feeling of a little flesh under my nails but since I'm not a wild animal like a lion, I'm sure the claw marks were small but, I was blinded by anger and closed my eyes making me unable to see the damage I was doing then I woke up hot, slightly sweaty, and pissed off. It took a few minutes of breathing and adapting to the coolness of my room in the winter to calm down. When I went to school that day I talked to Damon's brother Devon about the dream and found out Damon doesn't even like milk when he arrived at the table it revived a hint of anger but then I remembered it was petty and a dream and calmed myself then I continued through the rest of the day telling other friends the petty milk dream and laughing about it.
