I dreamt that I was re-visiting my middle school. It was very hard to walk, as if I was in a bad dream, but I wasn't. I don't remember entering the school the first time, and all I could remember was walking out of a classroom in the upper hallways. I was walking very slowly, and I thought it might look really cool to film myself in slow motion walking out of the hallway. So I took out my phone and did so. As I was walking to the left out of that hallway, there was a wide escalator that goes down to the first floor. Behind me was a person with their big golden retriever, who tripped and fell right at the start of the escalator, which the slow-motion video captured.
Suddenly I'm outside in the parking lot, which is oddly full of trees and much larger than I remember. The school itself is also much larger than I remember, especially the front side, which looks as
Figure 1 shows. I'm with dad, and we have a giant semi-truck with the side facing me slightly opened. I throw some boxes into it from a distance. I missed. I try again. Dad says "stop fooling around" or something of the sort. I go and pick up the box and place it in the truck, and then I go behind the truck where the other ones fell and picked those ones up. Behind the truck, a blue pickup was parked, and I could hear that its engine was still running. I told dad I needed to do one more thing in the school. I wanted to see Mr. A and Mrs. █████ and the lot again, so I go as quickly as I can to that side of the school.
I go through the crowd of kids attempting to enter the school, and when I get to the door one of them doesn't work, so kids are crushing me against the door from behind me, so I finally manage to get into the other door. When I enter the school I have to sign in at a desk with a clerk lady at it. The desk is only a few feet from the door, and ran perpendicular to the way I was entering, so I couldn't walk past it without going around it to the left. All the people in there have their last name printed on a sticker on their backs, on the top left from my view. Many of them are dark-yellow and have the name typed on it, but some are white and have it written in marker. "Perhaps they're out of the gold ones" I think to myself. I ask for one and the clerk lady asks how my first name is spelled. She's a 60-ish woman, thin-set, with her dirty-blonde hair in a ponytail. I accidentally spell my name "Kaetie" or something of the sort, and I realize this only after she's written it. I told her I spelt it wrong and she offers to write a new tag. I say it's not necessary. The way the woman speaks is sort of like "I've had a busy week, but I'm making light of that fact". She seemed nice.
I seemingly teleport to the side of school I need to be at, since I don't remember walking there. The portables are falling apart, with mold and mildew and moss growing on them. They seem wooden. I see two people, and they greet me. It seems to be Ariel ██████ and Mikey ███████. Oddly enough I didn't meet Ariel until college and I hadn't seen Mikey since high school. Mikey has a big afro, and he seems chill, which is unusual as he had severe anger issues when I knew him. We walk around. There's a wooden elevated walkway that goes behind the portables, alongside where the ground dips down for the area that the track is in. It isn't straight, and seems to have been deliberately built to curve to one side (towards the school) at the end (it doesn't curve smoothly, but rather turns sharply at a 45 degree angle towards the school, northeast). We talk for a bit. I'm holding an old rusty thing, so rusty that it's blackened and flaking apart in my hands. It looks like a bowl with a hole in the bottom, like would go in one of those old-timey stoves, but it was quite small, no larger than the bottom of a water bottle. I put it on the ground and Ariel seems frustrated, pointing to a hole in the wood about a foot from where I put it down that is shaped just like the bowl would fit in it.
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