My parents were fed up with my bad grades. I don’t know how they did it, but they paid for me to go to a private school. The nice thing about it was the mini bus that came for me at 8:20. That meant I actually woke up at a summat decent time, I think 7:45. I went to the school and it was white sparkly bathroom clean. I wondered where my parents got all the money to pay for the very expensive school. My first class was chemestry. My teacher was very nice, gave me the opening paper and some notes, sat me down for me to copy the notes. I copied the notes and understood them but then I realized the note was for a Chinese class, not for Chemestry. I went to him about it and he directed me to a stack of papers. I looked and looked and looked but found nothing. I went to the teacher again and he looked exasperated. I got a good look at my classmates for the first time.

There were Fred and Ross at a lab table, actually being productive. I saw Shula who was working hard too, and wondered if she had reformed completely. I later found out through random telepathy that she was even more of a stoner and a slut than before.

Next I was at Usdan, running around in a maze to catch up with my friends. We were watching Rocky Horror in my unfinished room while people with swim noodles yelled at us from my kitchen every time we talked. After the movie was over we tried to leave the maze.

My dream switched into another perspective. I was watching this really old man who really didn’t know what he was doing. He was still living my himself, but his grandson lived one floor below him. The man believed that he hadn’t seen his grandson in years, and went to visit him, babling nonsense all the while. In actuality, the man visited his grandson at least 3 times a day. The boy’s name was Andrew. He had fair hair and was thin and his grandfather was driving him insane.