Wrong Classroom Dream

The dream I'm about to describe is re-occurring and was especially vivid last night...

It takes place in the high school I attended and begins with me standing at my locker in between class periods. I chat with my friends and scout the beautiful talent as it strolls on by my locker. Soon, as time passes, I begin to feel very anxious because the next class period is about to begin. So I bid my friends adieu, and walk to my next class. I don't get there though. In fact, I have to re-check my schedule multiple times to determine where my class is even though it's my Senior year.

Every time I arrive at the class it turns out that some other teacher and group of students have occupied the classroom. It's no rare occurrence though; I simply forgot where my classroom is. So again and again I move from room to room as time passes by bringing the 'late bell' closer to ringing. And it does finally ring. Instantly my anxiety is multiplied ten-fold because now I'm going to be late to class - if I ever find it - and need to make up a wild excuse or beg forgiveness.

The situation gets so desperate that I'm running up and down the empty hallways losing sense of where I am and where I'm heading. I actually believe that if I run faster, I'll finally get to my class. As a little sidebar, every time this dream has occurred the class I'm late for is Science. Definitely an interesting thing to analyze. Needless to say, I never get to the class. As I'm roughly fifteen minutes late, I finally decide to skip this lass class of the day and escape school.

The new part of this dream, which also re-occurs as the final segment, finds me snooping around hoping not to get caught while leaving school. For some reason, my escaping school is a 'life-or-death' struggle. There's random administrators roaming the hallway looking for me (I fear this is the case at least), and I dodge in and out of every nook and cranny in order to escape detection. Finally, I find the side-exit to the  school along with a couple other students who are also leaving school. We cautiously search the back parking lot's perimeter anticipating our final dash. The time comes and we sprint to the wooden posts separating school from the free world. The thirty-foot sprint feels like an eternity and my usual quick pace is reduced to the speed of a jog despite my great efforts. It's not a problem though because I finally get there. I've reached freedom, but feel a hand violently grab my shirt and yank me 180 degrees around. The hand belongs to an evil administrator who throws me to the ground while cursing me and expressing my punishment. I don't stay long on the ground but jump quickly up and in the direction of freedom.

Freedom isn't the back road however, but my bed and the dark light of dawn creeping through my single-paned window. It's five minutes til eight; five minutes of sleep I won't get because my alarm is about to ring, starting another day in reality.
-Pierre