Last night I had a dream I was in a high school classroom with a young and beautiful stupid female teacher. A kid came into the room and said something to her. I couldn't hear what they were saying. Then she and he went out in the hallway and the class heard them yelling at each other.
"What did he say to her?" I asked.
"He told her this class is a Ponzi scheme," said a boy sitting next to me. He also told me that the kid had been having a rough couple of days and was found earlier with a plastic soda bottle in his mouth, root beer.
The teacher came back into the room and kept talking as the bell rang. The kids crowded around the door and as soon as the bravest kid left they all did.
flash forward
I am walking home from class through Campus Crossings and I hear someone playing guitar in an upstairs apartment. I climb the stairwell, walk inside, and it's my friend Mike.
"You wanna play the (name of guitar I can't remember)?" he asked.
"Yeah, but look, there's this crazy kid walking around there," I said. He was holding a gun and yelling. I tried to look at him without being seen. I thought about dialing 9-1-1, and then I did, but it was the wrong number.
The class was standing in a circle around the crazy kid. I was trying not to look at him and then I did. He saw me looking at him and said "Why is everyone looking at me!"
Then a big van pulled onto the grass and parked. It had large tires and was very heavy duty looking, like an ambulance. The words "Mental Health" were on the side of it. The people in the van got out, opened the door, and the kid got in, no problems. I don't know what happened to the gun.