I was in primary school and it was the end of term, though I was in adult form with an adult brain and thoughts.
As I was clearing out my tray, I thought I heard a snide remark about me and turned around. A fellow classmate was standing there and it ignited feelings of anger and resentment towards her inside me, which I took to mean that she regularly bullied me in the context of the dream, as this is how I feel towards bullies in real life. I turned around and tried to ignore her.
Though she did resemble somebody I went to school with, she never bothered me; there were others who bothered me far more.
When it happened again and I heard her make another snide remark, rage bubbled up inside me and I confronted her.
Turns out she was making fun of the fact I was wearing a flower in my hair, and even though I was furious and getting really confrontational she refused to back down.
Her brazen and unapologetic attitude only made me angrier and I saw red! She began to walk away and I started to throw things and scream expletives at her - behaviour that would have caused me to get into more trouble than the initial bullying that caused the rage in the first place (a fact that annoys me in real life)!
Eventually, she disappeared from view and I resumed cleaning out my school tray. My actual, assigned tray with my name on was located close to the bully's but I had been using an unused tray with someone else's name, so I had two trays to clear.
I was minding my own business when the bully came to sit nearby to talk to the girl I shared a desk with. She had been so frightened by my outburst that she had actually come to apologise but was too afraid to approach me. I was in no mood to accept her apology anyway as I was looking through some photographs in my tray and they pictured my grandad and I together, and I was wearing a flower in my hair - which just made me even angrier that I was being bullied for it.
After not accepting her apology and making my feelings of anger very apparent, I finished clearing out my tray and began to walk home. The walk home was very soothing but as I turned to go down my usual route, there was a strange, spinning contraption at the end of the path.
As I got closer I saw that it resembled a wooden cubicle with slatted, sliding closet doors and it was spinning very fast - too fast for anyone to step inside!
I glanced around to see if there was anyone to explain what it was and I saw an elderly couple gardening just outside their home in the street. They were inventors and the contraption was their's but unfortunately I woke up before I could find out what it was supposed to do.
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