I was in a classroom like one in the sixth grade. Everyone was being assigned seats. I knew what seat I would be assigned, so I sat in the second to the last desk in the middle row. My brother sat behind me. To the left row in the front was Thomas. He waved at me and gave a smile.
I knew I wasn't meant to be here as a student, but more like a tutor. The teacher began to talk about writing in a dream journal of sorts and mentioned something about hypnagogia, which I felt like I knew what she was talking about.
The teacher began to talk about fetuses and how infants are raised by parents as if they were just heads. She decided to show a video of two children. One was an infant and he was eating Cheerios using a spoon. Then he ate something else. His brother grabbed the bowl and ate out of it using his mouth.
The infant didn't like this and the brother's lips became unusual like the lips of Woody Woodpecker. It reminded me of the troll face, so I said, "Trolololol". The students to my left began to laugh. I raised myself up in my seat and gave a thumbs up with my left hand.
I said, "Yes, I totally went there." Some Asian girl next to me who looked like someone named Hannah said something to me, but I don't remember. Then I woke up.
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