I was at school (college, somewhat resembling my IRL college). There was a fire drill, and the building was 3 floors high. I was on the 3rd floor. The staff (random dream extras, not people I know IRL) started instructing people on how to evacuate but it got really chaotic and people (including myself) started jumping to the bottom floor but we were able to kind of float like we had parachutes) and the staff got really mad. They didn’t catch me though. The place to evacuate was this weird little… I don’t even know what to call it…thin rectangular pool of water. When I went back to class, it was kinda like I was in high school. The whole thing was very distressing for almost everybody involved. But there was an exception. A way to guarantee you were always on the first floor. It was a selection of programs where you’d live on the bottom floor. I went back into my class, which looked somewhat like my freshman year English teacher’s classroom. The teacher told us we should register for this program ASAP and a boy sitting next to me already did. I registered, hoping there would be something for me. Apparently, there was a sushi tasting one, and a Polish class where you’d get to visit Poland, a zoology one, and a handful of others. But I had reservations. First of all, I would have been replacing my Graphic Design (my career goal) classes with these. So ignoring my progress for a sushi tasting class seemed extremely infantile. I didn’t want to learn Polish and I felt like I didn’t have enough interest in zoology. But I could go to the first floor and check them out and it looked more like college again. I ran into this boy I went to middle school with. In real life, he was a classroom nuisance in 8th grade, and the way he was in that friend group that would drive the teachers bat**** behaved, it was hard to imagine a bright future for those kids. Yet here he was, in the dream, a mere 21 or 22 years old, casually bringing up how he lives in another country for fun, how he’s the “king” of said country (probably just a joke), and how he and his husband and kids are just getting tired of it so he thinks he’ll just move back here! So anyway, I started hanging out with this one class, which is something I dream of doing but can’t do for personal reasons. I was a bit heartbroken but watched everyone have fun. We went to Target together. But then this one girl in our group started throwing polished green gemstones at me. I don’t think she had anything against me personally, I think she just had issues. I told on her though, and tried to be as inconspicuous about it to her as possible. I said goodbye to the group and told them I was gonna go check out this fine arts program. Before you walk into the classroom, there was a small exhibit, but I didn’t understand all the bizarre art there and was worried I never would. Then I sat down at a desk in the classroom and started crying, then my alarm woke me up.
