In my 30 years, this is probably my most favorite and melancholy dream.
The first thing I remember was that i was visiting my old junior highschool. (I had moved away for those two years. And returned for highschool)
Everyone was lining up for some sort of activity, and i noticed i had on the wrong colored socks. I needed black socks, and the teacher tried to find me a pair of black socks. Than I told her I had a pair of black socks that I could go get. And she said ok.
The next i remember, I was in an unknown part of the town, and than I was aware it was a dream. I began to relize that I was very happy with my life and myself in this dream and that I did not want to go back. I made a decision to avoid going back, and I began to run.
I ran up a hill noticing that rain is falling, harder and harder, i could feel the wetness of the rain.
I was then in the porch of a home to get out of the rain. A woman came out, alarmed, and i said "i just need to get back to the middleschool" and she said "No you don't"
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