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Dream of murder and insanity

About a month ago I woke up in the middle of the night after having a bizarre and terrifyingly vivid dream. I wrote it down as soon as I could and woke up the next morning with this crazy story before me. It's so random that I'm having trouble interpreting what it means, can anyone make sense of this?:

I'm on the bottom level of a two level parking lot. No ones there. it seems early in the morning, but light outside. It's dark in the lot, raining outside, there's old snow melting on the ground. I go to the back of the car to open the trunk. For some reason there's a dingy old Ronald McDonald towel wrapped around the handle. I start struggling with it, feeling anxious as if someone is coming up behind me. I got the trunk open and got whatever it was I was trying to get. My headphones are suddenly in and I'm listening to audio that sounds like someone being killed. I have déjà vu about this audio, knowing I'd found it before in another dream. I also know somehow that the person being muurdered is being killed with a sawed of shot gun. Which doesn't make sense because a sawed off shotgun seems like a quick death? I guess the victim's mouth was covered, and all I was hearing was him panicking. I didn't like the audio so I changed the song. The next one was a song I've never heard called 'sawed off shot gun'. The next was a remix of sawed of shotgun. Each song after having something to do with a sawed of shotgun. So I'm getting pretty scared here and I finally get to this house I'm trying to get to when I realize it's a big classy looking private school, and I think I'm student.

Scene changes and I'm in the girls dressing room for PE. A nasty girl I know named Hailey for whatever reason is giving me the stink eye so I make a snooty face at her making her lose her shit and return to her friends saying something like 'IM SO DONE. I CAN'T DEAL WITH THIS RIGHTNOW'. She eventually returns to my part of the Room.And says 'truce' to which I respond 'yeah truce, sorry'.

Next part is hazy. I remember being in the room I was in when I first entered the school. I'm doing something on the handle, idk what. I take something off, run to my room, throw it on my bed and scream at it 'you are malevolent!' I think it was telling me to do something. I remember feeling as if I'm losing my mind and am aware of it.

Next part is just silly. All of my schools teachers are together in this new school, but apparently it's their gym, and they're practicing for some show they're gonna put on or whatever. For some reason the 'show' reminds me of a roller rink, so i do what any levelheaded teenager would do and I get on this bike that's just kind of there, grab a Pepsi, and ride along the outskirts of the show. The coloured lights that are hitting the floor arent touching me because I'm in the shadow right beside them. I felt really lame and unwelcome.The practice is over and the teachers are leaving. One woman teacher with an ugly blonde pixie haircut whom i sort of recognize from school looks at me and starts scolding me for having a Pepsi in the gym, she has the Pepsi logo on her shirt though.. A teacher i recognize as Mr Fast, a gym teacher walks by with an open Pepsi. He says something I don't remember but I know it was sarcastic and included the word 'bitching', so I said something back with the word 'bitching' in it and he didn't understand anything other than the word bitching and was kind of like 'excuse me? Watch your mouth young lady' I start trying to tell him what I was to say but he was already talking about something else. Someone's ugly ass forty year old looking kids are running around. They say something nice to me. Mr fast says some thing fond about my 'relationship' with them. Leave gym

I'm in what looks like the parking lot of my old elementary school. It's also raining. I'm in the back seat of a dingy trash littered car. My friend Feven is driving. She's doing a crappy job of finding a spot. I point to one. We park. I think some chavs start approaching us but that's as much as I can remember.

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