Yup, another one. This one was *very* odd. Much I can't remember, so bear with the choppy description. The earliest thing I remember was getting the keys to my mum's car while we were in a rather empty parking lot at night and going to get the car. So I was drving but very poorly, I even messed up and went up onto a small hill, but that kind that separates different parts of a parking lot, not a real natural one. From there it seemed that we were in a sort of amusement park because things around the road seemed to be off that sort of look. And because there were go-carts in one section, that the road almost intercepted. Then there was one attraction that had a mascot, like some animal, and I remembered that I was going to buy a stuffed one or something, but I didn't. The thinking was that the mascot would be a funny but useful gift to my highschool, which is odd in itself. From there, we left the "park". Then there's a blank spot I can't remember, but somehow I ended up *at* this highschool, except it was this new year, and I was apparently going (which makes no sense as I just graduated) along with one of my close friends. The next remembrance was being in the main building of this school and everyone was watching a bunch of clips from movies, although I have no idea why. And then there was one clip that was supposed to be My Fair Lady but wasn't at all (you know how in dreams things are whatever you mind tells you they are, regardless of what they are). For some reason I was pointing out to my friend that it was a hilarious movie, basically that the clip we were watching did it no justice, the main character couldn't talk, it was great, really funny, etc. all of which is completely wrong, but again, whatever your brain says is reality in dreams, is. Well, anyway. After these movie clips we began to walk to the dorms. I should have noticed but I passed up girls on the way to what was the guy's dorm, which obviously isn't normal. Upon reaching the dorm, it was, as usual locked, and a group of guys hung out outside the doors, waiting for them to be unlocked (this is all normal custom at this highschool haha). Anyway, one of my friends here looked like he had been in jail or something as his hair was shaved down to almost nothing (although he had very short hair normally) and at first he was handcuffed. Of course, nothing stays one way in dreams, and he, very naturally, wasn't handcuffed the next second or so. We talked like old friends and he showed me a pellet gun he had that was very small, everyone near was raving about it. Of course, he wasn't supposed to have something like this, and it was being put away very slickly every once in awhile to keep it from the eyes of someone important, not sure who it was supposed to be. Then a woman came to the door from the inside, who everyone called "Mr." something, which made no sense to me. They treated her like they knew her already, and I think part of it was that they did, like they had prior experience with her. Then she said something like, "Time to go in," and I was concerned because it seemed like not everyone was there yet, there seemed to only be like 20 kids there, girls and boys. Which turned out to be everyone, in fact. Then we went inside I think, but wherever we ended up it wasn't really the dorm (again, one of those dream things). We were in a classroom, but first we were lining up for something, and I ran back with one of my friends to the end of the line. After the line, some girl I don't know accused me of calling her "Belle" or "Bell", (I know! So odd!!) which I didn't remember, but she assured me was true, so I apologized, but I don't think she was satisfied. Then we went over to the actual classroom and I found a widely distributed publication from the religion that this school was based under (SotT for those who wonder) on the desks, as if they were going to be used as textbooks. Then we began to watch a movie, that was one of those corny films, that I can't really describe well right now. Religious in nature, but a sentimental religious type film. It's hard to describe, one has to have seen these things to understand what I mean. I was attempting to joke with someone about the movie's crappiness but everyone seemed to like the movie perfectly fine, or just not mind it.
That's pretty much all I can remember.
bloody dreams, make no sense
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