Prior to the main part of the dream, I was living at home with Dad. I almost want to say that I had moved back in with him, or I was in the process of moving out. There was the feeling of desperation and pathetic atmosphere permeating the place. I recall there was some sort of message on the computer from David Doran, where he was complaining about his life and I was told about it by some one else in the house and also told not to print out the message because it would use up too much paper.
The farthest back in the dream that I can remember is sitting in a big, convention-size room being told by a teacher what was expected for all of us in regard to creating musical quartets. We were supposed to pick a song and do dance choreography as well. I think we may have been shown an example before being asked to proceed.
I think my group picked a song right away, and we were pretty excited about it.
As we were sitting there, waiting to do our next thing, we were sitting at a table watching a fellow couple, dressed in their wedding attire, making out. I think I asked one of my friends/classmates why she didn't bring her dress to the wedding just before it happened, instead of wearing it at school all day. We ended up making casual conversation about it, saying that it could be put in a dry cleaners' bag in the car. I think we may have even suggested it, but they seemed oblivious. I am pretty sure that I tried to point out that her dress was going to have giant arm stains if she wore it all day.
I think the next scene was going from class to class. I think I ran into one of my classmates and she was studying about science, dinosaurs and evolution, I think. Maybe even some mixture of social studies, as well. Apparently we were having a test and I had forgotten about it. I think my dream self had a bit of panic around this.
I remember walking up the stairs and being greeted by Jeff Richards. He smiled and ran down the hall.
The next scene I remember is a bunch of us climbing up this wall. I guess it was some sort of traditional ritual. One of my classmates was pretty scared. We were trying to encourage her, but it didn't seem to help. I got down, seemingly out of boredom. Instead, I got into a weird desk/ride contraption that went up the other wall perpendicular to the one everyone was climbing.
As I was descending out of my ride on this thing, a woman, with what looked like shaving cream on her chest, showing through her unbuttoned shirt, fell out of window. She fell to the ground from a window, into the bushes, I think. She then clambered out of there, with money in her hand. We all ran over to check out whether she was okay. I think she was unhurt. For some reason, I sat on her and notified two boy scouts, who, from behind, looked like security. I told them to get over there, now. I think the woman had 30 dollars in her hands. I think for some reason that this money was stolen and I knew this and that is why I was sitting on her.