Me and my friend went with the school to this big glass hotel, but you were like a penguin sliding around on your belly through most of the corridors, now I wanted to jump a floor but I chickened out. Me and my friend ran into a room, locked the door and suddenly she says "This duvet is wrong" I realised then that this wasn't our room, my mouth suddenly got really salivary O.o Then the door knocked I opened it and Mia and Sara (girls that left my school) were there. I was apologising and said "I Thought this was Brooke and Mike's.." (Mike in my dream is a dude the size of my thumb) Then I realised I shouldn't of said that and Sara turned into Cathrine (Micheal(a boy in my year)'s little sister so I said "I don't know why I said Mike, it must be 'cause I saw you" She smiled then the scenary changed, I was in a kitchen type thing and the cuboard was Mike, I pulled him out and put him in this hard plastic yet foldable Coca Cola thing, I remember a sense of urgency, then my ex-step-dad popped up and says "what's that?" I ran, he couldn't get it.. I ran out onto a street and kept going he was chasing me all the way I ran across a road and Mrs o'Rourke (my head of year) grabbed me and told me "You could of just died." I opposed saying I checked the road and I couldn't hear traffic, her reply "God, won't let you hear if he wants you dead." (I'm an athiest but go to a Roman Catholic School). *Scenary Shift* We're at the entrance of the hotel and there's an old fasioned milk factory, the gates are locked but there's a woman in a blue victorian dirty grubby dress and white apron trying to escape I feel a pang of pity as I take a step towards her I wake up,...
Weird right? I'll analyse it at some point














