So, I'm sitting in
History class, and my
pager starts
vibrating. I
slickly reveal it, hiding it from my
teacher, and say "Mr. *,
I'll be right back". The pager
screen reads "
yo someone
talking shit*d wing*
pete".
I
cut through people in the
crowded halls and reach the
D-
wing. I see
Pete there
telling off this kid, and they
push each other back and forth. The
kid sees me, and says, "
There you are, you
fucking bitch." He
approaches me and tries to hit me, but before he
connects I push him back and start
kicking the shit out of him. Pete starts
cracking up laughing while I
haul ass back to
class after
sufficiently beating the little
bitch. Looking back I see three of our
security guards running over. I get back to class and say, "Sorry, Mr. *" and go on with my
work.
Interesting
dream. Probably just another sign of my recent,
stress-induced violence.
Imagine that.