Ok, so, attempting to get this all out chronologically — first thing I remember happening was that I couldn’t bend my fingers. Like, it started out as a mild problem, like they were just a little stiff, but as I tried harder to bend them, they became harder and more painful to move, and the joints in them made these really awful snapping sounds as both my hands started to feel kind of numb. Like, I could actually feel that there was something wrong with my hands.
I then vaguely recall one of those moments when you think you’ve woken up but you’re actually still dreaming, so you’re dreaming that you’ve woken up… anyway, I woke up but then I felt like I was being dragged around the room by an intruder, like the blankets I had wrapped around me had been used as some sort of makeshift sack with which to carry me around. I remember all of me being wrapped up except for my feet, which stuck out of the opening. Before long, I remember being set free as I was dropped onto the ground, and could clearly see that I was still in my dorm room, but I didn’t see who was dragging me, as it looked like I was the only one in the room. I think Henry came in after that and asked if I was ok when she saw me lying on the floor. I don’t remember very much from this part.
Next I remember actually trying to go about my planned Friday schedule (much of which I’m amazed I could remember/comprehend in my sleep), and part of that schedule involved heading down to one of the art rooms with all my artsy supplies and stuff in order to work on a project. I got down there, but then remembered there was a thing I had to do at 2PM (which is actually true o.o), and so I wondered how much time I would have between now and then to work on my project, if any. I looked at the time on my phone, but apparently I had completely forgotten how to comprehend time, as I couldn’t figure out for the life of me what the numbers on my screen meant, or how much time I had to work on the project. Then a friend of mine from high school appeared in the art room, and I got all excited to see her and was all like “Oh hey it’s yooouuu!!” but when I tried to point in her direction, I realized that my hand was still fucked-up from earlier, and I couldn’t un-curl my fingers.
Moving on — next I remember a scene where I was at some sort of… really ghetto store. Like, it felt kind of like a gas station store, only bigger. I was originally going to call it a “ghetto supermarket” but it didn’t quite feel big enough to be one of those, either. So for now let’s just say it’s somewhere between a gas station store and a Walmart in terms of size, and still very ghetto regardless. Anywho, there was this shady character out front buying and selling… dollar bills. Don’t ask me how that works. He felt more like some kind of drug dealer, but with dollars for some reason. At any rate, I ignored him and entered the store, but when I got in, I realized that the guy had followed me in. And, scarier than that, there was another threatening-looking guy inside the store — this guy had a gun, and apparently had some sort of beef with the first guy (like they were dollar-dealing competitors or something), so he pointed his gun at the first guy — who was behind me, meaning that I was briefly right in the line of fire and about to be shot. I of course ran away, but the 2nd guy, for some reason, pursued me instead of just going after the guy he was originally trying to threaten. He chased me down, cornered me, pointed his gun at me, and I was fucking terrified as he was basically about to kill me and there was nothing I could do about it.
I don’t remember what happened after that. I think I went through another fake wake-up scene, though, because after that I was back at school, thinking about the events of that ‘dream’ where I was almost killed. I was jotting down some notes about it on a piece of paper, and was just about to pack everything up to go to my next class, when I saw this girl… And I realized that girl was me. Like, she looked exactly like me, and sounded like me, too, except she carried herself with a sort of dignity and confidence that I didn’t have, like she was more mature and experienced, and she looked at me in this knowing way like she knew exactly what I was going through and how it was all going to turn out. Basically, I interpreted her as being me from the future, but only by like 2-3 years. I remember her giving me some sort of advice, and I think pamphlets of some kind which were related to that advice. I’m pretty sure she was telling me to do something that she thought I would benefit from. I don’t remember any of her advice, though, which sucks. But I do remember that, right before she left, she said, “Don’t you have a history class to go to?”. I nodded and we parted ways.
I woke up right after that, and realized that I’m actually not in any sort of history class.
I then vaguely recall one of those moments when you think you’ve woken up but you’re actually still dreaming, so you’re dreaming that you’ve woken up… anyway, I woke up but then I felt like I was being dragged around the room by an intruder, like the blankets I had wrapped around me had been used as some sort of makeshift sack with which to carry me around. I remember all of me being wrapped up except for my feet, which stuck out of the opening. Before long, I remember being set free as I was dropped onto the ground, and could clearly see that I was still in my dorm room, but I didn’t see who was dragging me, as it looked like I was the only one in the room. I think Henry came in after that and asked if I was ok when she saw me lying on the floor. I don’t remember very much from this part.
Next I remember actually trying to go about my planned Friday schedule (much of which I’m amazed I could remember/comprehend in my sleep), and part of that schedule involved heading down to one of the art rooms with all my artsy supplies and stuff in order to work on a project. I got down there, but then remembered there was a thing I had to do at 2PM (which is actually true o.o), and so I wondered how much time I would have between now and then to work on my project, if any. I looked at the time on my phone, but apparently I had completely forgotten how to comprehend time, as I couldn’t figure out for the life of me what the numbers on my screen meant, or how much time I had to work on the project. Then a friend of mine from high school appeared in the art room, and I got all excited to see her and was all like “Oh hey it’s yooouuu!!” but when I tried to point in her direction, I realized that my hand was still fucked-up from earlier, and I couldn’t un-curl my fingers.
Moving on — next I remember a scene where I was at some sort of… really ghetto store. Like, it felt kind of like a gas station store, only bigger. I was originally going to call it a “ghetto supermarket” but it didn’t quite feel big enough to be one of those, either. So for now let’s just say it’s somewhere between a gas station store and a Walmart in terms of size, and still very ghetto regardless. Anywho, there was this shady character out front buying and selling… dollar bills. Don’t ask me how that works. He felt more like some kind of drug dealer, but with dollars for some reason. At any rate, I ignored him and entered the store, but when I got in, I realized that the guy had followed me in. And, scarier than that, there was another threatening-looking guy inside the store — this guy had a gun, and apparently had some sort of beef with the first guy (like they were dollar-dealing competitors or something), so he pointed his gun at the first guy — who was behind me, meaning that I was briefly right in the line of fire and about to be shot. I of course ran away, but the 2nd guy, for some reason, pursued me instead of just going after the guy he was originally trying to threaten. He chased me down, cornered me, pointed his gun at me, and I was fucking terrified as he was basically about to kill me and there was nothing I could do about it.
I don’t remember what happened after that. I think I went through another fake wake-up scene, though, because after that I was back at school, thinking about the events of that ‘dream’ where I was almost killed. I was jotting down some notes about it on a piece of paper, and was just about to pack everything up to go to my next class, when I saw this girl… And I realized that girl was me. Like, she looked exactly like me, and sounded like me, too, except she carried herself with a sort of dignity and confidence that I didn’t have, like she was more mature and experienced, and she looked at me in this knowing way like she knew exactly what I was going through and how it was all going to turn out. Basically, I interpreted her as being me from the future, but only by like 2-3 years. I remember her giving me some sort of advice, and I think pamphlets of some kind which were related to that advice. I’m pretty sure she was telling me to do something that she thought I would benefit from. I don’t remember any of her advice, though, which sucks. But I do remember that, right before she left, she said, “Don’t you have a history class to go to?”. I nodded and we parted ways.
I woke up right after that, and realized that I’m actually not in any sort of history class.
Hopefully I'll be able to remember what she says next time. o.o 
