Hello! This is actually a dream I had on New Year's! (January 1, 2012.) It's probably the most vivid dream I've ever had. And it was about the School and stuffs! And it's actually a nice little story! So I decided "What the heck?" Let ya'll read it. Maybe it was meant to be. xD Anyway, identities were changed to protect the people mentioned, so these are not real people anymore! And it is split up into three parts for the three times I woke up and the dream continued! Pretty cool, huh? I think so!

Enjoy!

Just a Dream

Part I

The metal door creaks open and footsteps echo through the room. I can't see who it is—our cages are different than they used to be. In moments I see a man through the only side of my cage that has bars, kneeling down, sticking a key in the lock. My heart drops when I realize that he's here for me. But I remember this man, this whitecoat. He's kind of nice. Nicer than the rest of the whitecoats, anyway.

Once he gets the door open, he looks at me sadly and pulls out a syringe. I'm surprised by how vulnerable and scared I feel, sinking to the back of the cage and pushing against the wall with everything I have.

"Come on, it's okay," the whitecoat coaxes.

"No!" I end up shouting, lunging toward him taking the syringe from his hand. First I stab him in the arm, trying to push down the plunger, but it seems stuck. Frustrated, I take it out of his arm and plunge it into his chest. And while the whitecoat stands in shock, yelling, I run.

Once I get outside the room, I run first to my right—I know there is a door there that will lead outside—but I stop when I see a bunch of Erasers standing outside the door. Uh, new plan. I turn around and bolt for the belly of the building. As I run, I notice that the School is structured a lot like my old, actual school…

The alarms begin their scream. Now panicked, I take a right, then a left, then another right, and see a large room with tables and chairs everywhere, and on one end of the room there is a stage. I ignore it and keep running. I run straight for a long time, until I can't go straight anymore. I choose to go left, because there is a poor mutant screaming on the right.

Now there are people chasing me. Whitecoats, Erasers, the whole lot. If I didn't see daylight right now, I would probably give up. But no, I know I'm close.

Finally, there is a door up ahead at the end of the hall with sunlight pouring through the glass. That is my escape. I run toward the door and try to open it, only it's locked. I need ID to get this door open—only ID from a whitecoat.

Scared and frustrated, I clench my hand into a ball and launch it at the glass. Reluctantly, it shatters, so I crawl through the door and run as fast as I can for the woods—only there were Erasers waiting out here too. I can outrun them… Maybe…

No such luck. In fact, I was feeling so sure of myself that I don't even expect them to have tranquilizers, much less shoot me with one. Once I'm down, I see them crowd around me, then kick my head sideways to knock me out.

I wake up after that. When I look at the clock, it reads 4:23AM, January 1, 2012. Happy New Year to me…