dream land

my dream today was insane.
i went back to high school but it was not colonial forge, it was the high school i went to when i was in Georgia.
i looked exactly like i look now and all the black kids were laughing and teasing me as i went bye,
this time instead of mean mugging and being quiet, i was very much like myself today and i laughed it off and even joked and egged some of it on. i went to class and realized that i had failed every class i was in. which made me feel a little awkward.
i just didn't care, which isn't to much out of the ordinary. i just felt very weird because out of nowhere i was back in school. a couple kids that i remembered from that school were there to and we all dapped hands as we passed each other.
out of nowhere i'm out side on a field in recess, and i'm alone by a fence, pretty much like how gym used to be in highschool. all of a sudden i start running and these kids next to me are playing some game thats a mixture between football, and baseball and they kept calling it kick ball.
as i'm running i get pumpbled by atleast 7 footballs that send me hurtling to the ground. I'm in pain but i get up and the game continues to go on. out of nowhere i run into my old coach from middle school. mr.baker, says long time no see, and we begin to talk for a little bit, he ask meif i want to join his team, he says the way i run is excellent and alot better than most of the kids on his team already. i tell him i have to think about it but the entire time i know i''m not going to join a sports team, i shake his hand and tell him that i'm doing music now, and he nods his head. i run up a hill, much like the one in my old middle school and end up in middle school again.
except for i'm still my same age. nuuge jeremy and someone else are standing in a small circle near the corner of the school and all the busses take off, leaving us there. i start telling nuuge whats going on and he interupts me and says theres a hole in your teeth, why aren't your teeth moving. i look at jeremy who is sitting down with a smile on his face and i say nuuge teeth dont move only mouths do. then it got quiet. i turn to look at the bus ramp and a bus is puling up, i feel really sad because it doesn't seem like my friends anymore, kinda like when i got back from georgia in 12th grade. i feel really alone and as the bus comes around the corner i turn to look at mr.baker and his team still playing the sport. except for the field is very far away. i am very very sad and then i wake up.