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I started summer school around the middle of June during the summer of this year (2008) and it was hell… mildly speaking. Just after you think school is over, you are sent back and required to wake up every weekday at 7 AM for another 4 or 5 weeks. On the morning of June 28th, I woke up from, possibly, the most mind-inducing dream I had in years. The dream started out with me graduating from high school. The location was our school auditorium. I was standing in line waiting for my diploma while speaking to a girl whose name and face escapes my mind. At the same time, I was shielding my face so my parents wouldn't notice me in the crowd of graduates. Eventually, my parents found out I was preventing them from taking a picture of me and shouted "He's a **** weirdo for not showing his face!" and left the auditorium furiously. It was embarrassing to say the least. It gets even odder. My summer school teacher, whose name also escapes my mind, stood up and said "I agree. He's a pretty bad student." He then walked over in front of the podium and said in the microphone, "He fell asleep in class one day." I retaliated by saying "Yeah, one day. Only one day." Which I actually did, by the way. He said back "No, you fell asleep plenty of other times before," which was a complete lie. I said, "No, it was only once." He said, "No, there was a time where you had to go to a friends house after class." I swear, I had no idea what he was talking about. I insulted back by saying, "Screw you! I was working!". I had no idea what I meant by that either. The seats of people murmured "The kid's lying…" My summer school teacher then proceeded to hack into my Hotmail account, by means only the logic of dreams can understand, and said something along the lines of "Let's read your e-mails! Let's see. Oh, 1 subscriber! Nice job! And a comment? 'Nice Banjo video! Keep up the good work!' So you play the Banjo?". I walked over, pushed his hand away from the keyboard, logged out of my Hotmail, and shouted "You know what? You can say whatever you like. I get nearly 10 subscribers a day for Banjo videos, and once I upload more videos, I'll get even more. This is my future… a video editor. One day, I'm going to work with videos far more advanced than what I'm working with now while you remain a low-pay English teacher!" I left the auditorium afterwards and woke up. It was one of those dreams that felt real and unscripted. It could have been lucid but I didn't have complete control in this dream. What I said sounded like something I would have actually said if I was presented in a situation like that. Personally, I think it means people are never going to see your true potential if you continue to "shield" yourself away. Or maybe I just hated summer school.

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I started summer school around the middle of June during the summer of this year (2008) and it was hell... mildly speaking. Just after you think school is over, you are sent back and required to wake up every weekday at 7 AM for another 4 or 5 weeks. On the morning of June 28th, I woke up from, possibly, the most mind-inducing dream I had in years. The dream started out with me graduating from high school. The location was our school auditorium. I was standing in line waiting for my diploma while speaking to a girl whose name and face escapes my mind. At the same time, I was shielding my face so my parents wouldn't notice me in the crowd of graduates. Eventually, my parents found out I was preventing them from taking a picture of me and shouted "He's a **** weirdo for not showing his face!" and left the auditorium furiously. It was embarrassing to say the least. It gets even odder. My summer school teacher, whose name also escapes my mind, stood up and said "I agree. He's a pretty bad student." He then walked over in front of the podium and said in the microphone, "He fell asleep in class one day." I retaliated by saying "Yeah, one day. Only one day." Which I actually did, by the way. He said back "No, you fell asleep plenty of other times before," which was a complete lie. I said, "No, it was only once." He said, "No, there was a time where you had to go to a friends house after class." I swear, I had no idea what he was talking about. I insulted back by saying, "Screw you! I was working!". I had no idea what I meant by that either. The seats of people murmured "The kid's lying..." My summer school teacher then proceeded to hack into my Hotmail account, by means only the logic of dreams can understand, and said something along the lines of "Let's read your e-mails! Let's see. Oh, 1 subscriber! Nice job! And a comment? 'Nice Banjo video! Keep up the good work!' So you play the Banjo?". I walked over, pushed his hand away from the keyboard, logged out of my Hotmail, and shouted "You know what? You can say whatever you like. I get nearly 10 subscribers a day for Banjo videos, and once I upload more videos, I'll get even more. This is my future... a video editor. One day, I'm going to work with videos far more advanced than what I'm working with now while you remain a low-pay English teacher!" I left the auditorium afterwards and woke up. It was one of those dreams that felt real and unscripted. It could have been lucid but I didn't have complete control in this dream. What I said sounded like something I would have actually said if I was presented in a situation like that. Personally, I think it means people are never going to see your true potential if you continue to "shield" yourself away. Or maybe I just hated summer school.