Dreams

I was a high school, similar to McKinley High looking for a girls bathroom or locker room to change my clothes. I find a girls bathroom by the gym and i go inside to change, but I see a man (corportate casual dressed: dress shirt, slacks, tie, no jacket, 60ish white man with greying hair) rush past me and go into one of the stalls. I quickly turn around and leave that bathroom. I wander around the high school again, looking for another bathroom, and I see the same girls bathroom I just left. I decided to go back inside, in hopes that the man is gone. I see that it is empty and i go inside one of the stalls. I peek through the cracks in the stall door when I hear footsteps come into the bathroom and I see another man, but he’s peeing into where the sinks are suppose to be. I quickly look away and double check my stall door. before i knew it, another man comes barging into my stall and starts to squat pee on the toilet facing the head. I yell at him “HEY! I’m in here!!” where he responds “Oh well!” I barge out of the bathroom and look behind where I see that the girls bathroom turned into a mens bathroom. I see a hallway right next to the bathroom and I go into it. The girls locker room is immediately on the left with a couple of vending machines to the right of the entrance and a water fountain on the left. I go inside in hopes that no one will be there. In the back right most corner, there’s a sewing machine and a sewing mini workshop with different cloths and decorations scattered about and the rest of the room was full of the mini lockers. I go to the frontmost right corner from my explorations in the back and I finally change into my UGA hoodie and sweats. As I am changing though, I see this young man, “hoodlum” come in with a plastic bag full of tools and an orange cloth carrot. He’s almost the epitome of “white trash” and looks a lot like this guy I went to high school with that was known as a punk. He started opening up the lockers and taking some of the possessions within and I just sit here, hiding in my corner, quickly getting the rest of my clothing on, hoping he doesn’t see. Then I see another guy come in, but he’s the complete opposite of mr. hoodlum. He looked just like Artie from glee, but without the wheelchair, so he would be Kevin. Kevin started to join in on the burglaries and I start to gather my belongings to get out of there. When I headed for the door, I was stopped by a voice. I looked around and I see the two of them looking at me and telling me to join them and be their lookout. I continue to walk out, but they blocked me from the exit (they magically appeared from the middle to the very front) and I reluctantly turned around. As I was walking back to my original spot, I see the lockers on the bottom row turned into cash drawers and were opened. The money was still there, but I did not dare touch it. At the very last drawer, I saw a loose $10 on top of the coin slots and I was tempted to take it. I looked at it for a little bit but I did not take it. I instead, put it back into the slot where the $10s go and closed the drawer. I sat down in my corner and the two guys sat in front of me showing me their loot. It was mostly filled with the apple pie pockets things that we get in the dining hall that don’t look appealing but were and they put some of those into my bag. I didn’t really do anything about it, but I put my change of clothes on top of the apple pies. We continued to talk and the hoodlum told me that he was on the football team and was going to be the headquarter next fall and he needed to get the rest of his easter bunny suit from the lady who sews in the back. Then this black woman barges in and is angry. I assume she is a gym teacher. She looks at us with a death glare, but mostly at me because I was the only girl in the room. She goes to the back of the locker room where the sewing workshop was and I get out of there. As I leave the hallway, a rush of girls come past me and I hear screaming and crying behind me back in the locker room. The hallways of the high school is filled with kids and faculty and I try to get out of there. I see Finn, and I try to reach him, but he only looks at me with shame and sadness and walks away into the crowd. I yell for him, but he doesn’t turn back. Then I see my friend, who looks a whole like Mercedes, and I ask her whats going on and she gives me this mean glare and told me that I’m a criminal and I better confess to stealing everyone’s stuff. I told her that I didn’t steal anything and I was just looking for a place to change my clothes! (But there’s a little singe of guilt, because they put some of their loot inside of my bag and they offered me a new bottle of orange soda that they stole from the vending machine, but I PERSONALLY did not steal anything. I did not tell her this).She walks away and I run after, insisting that i’m innocent. We do this for a while, while following the crowd, then she loops her arm around my arm and we exit the building to go to this green hill field where there are many round circles with 5 seats each set up like a tea party. She tells me as we are climbing up that since there was a crime, everyone is a suspect and she gives me a note card that has my information written in pencil (but it’s a really crappy handwriting) and there was a poorly drawn pink hello kitty head on it. I was a little confused and asked her if they do it by groups of 5 and she said no. We sit down, and I am at a table with my friend Ali, Deepa, and some other girl. We hear a microphone squeak and I see this huge stage far in front of us and the faculty are up there. The gym teacher comes up to the microphone and announces that she will now show everyone the evidence. The first couple ones pass by and people raise their hands, so I raise my hand on the 2nd to last evidence. Then the last evidence is shown and its a green cloth carrot. I knew that it’s not the one the football player had, but I raise my hand anyway. I think we were voting on what evidence looks suspicious. After that everyone looked down at their cards and started writing. I had no idea what was going on, so I copied them and made scribbles on my notecard with my information. Then the faculty tells us to put our heads up and that they will reveal the culprits. I look around for the two guys and I see Kevin sitting at a table on my right and the hoodlum sitting at a table on my left. The first one they announce is him and he stands up. On this left pant leg on the thigh I see his name and home address. I don’t recall the address, but his name was “P. Hudson”. and some of the faculty take him away. I nervously wait for them to call my name to take me away, but instead they lifted up a huge cardboard that said the “Double Duo” and it had a picture of 2 bears, one with a microphone and another with guitar. These two guys stand up and they went to my high school in real life, Nick Branofino, and this other guy but he’s a short filipino man and they are in this band called Beartron. They are then lifted up like they are being praised and are taken away. Then I see this white Ford crossover edge come driving down two metal wires from the top of the stage to the field and it drives overhead some of the tables. After it drives past us, my table goes to the wires and try and knock on it. They say it’s good luck and they managed to knock on it. Seeing that they are around my height, I give it a try, but I can’t reach it.