Afterschool

A couple of days I had an odd dream, I will do my best to relay what I remember. I was in my old high school, a massive building that looked like the DMV mashed with a two story business that sales some random objects that hold a significant enough purpose. The hallways had bright white reflective tiles that took away from the dim environment created by the light brown bricks that where coated in a glossy clear paint. The school had an overall grey color to it as I walked within the gleaming halls, it was the end of the day and I was walking out of the school. The bus drive was as per usual a massive yellow line up of carbon dioxide spewing iron behemoths, with low ceilings covering about twenty buses, and a gap lighting up the lifeless courtyard like walkway. For some reason I could find my way out so I began taking various routes, some through the massive cafeteria that could hold hundreds in a rectangular confined space, another through the halls I would walk to get to the north gym, and one final route that I did not recognize, it looked like the back of a butchery or a bakery, at least a worn down one, the door leading to the back was wide open and I took to it while I looked left and right at the staff, who were all women oddly enough.

The moment I made it out I recall dreaming of a German Shephard barking at me in a vest, this is where it all gets a bit hazy. I did not have any ride home so I walked along the sidewalk for a bit. After a few minutes of walking past old businesses I crossed the road onto a divide in between both lanes, the place where they usually plant small trees that are usually leafless, and where they throw a bit of mulch here and there. Oddly enough there was a Metro stop right in the center with no one sitting on the bench, I had no idea why my mind had placed a bus stop in the center of two roads.

Following that oddity I went over to a street that had a burnt down apartment building next to it , I was able to see it through the wrought iron gate as I slowly approached three separate streets. One was filled with a homeless men and women, the second was filled with frightening people with masks and whips they looked like a group of protestors gone bad, and the last was something I cannot recall. From here I walked down the path filled with homeless individuals and then came to a stop as and turned as I realized that one of those protestors gone bad began following me. After a while the person came running for me and started whipping me nonstop ,others jumped in and then the dream came to an end.