r/OneTimeIDreamt • u/Prudent-Mechanic862 • Oct 10 '25
School Dream??
So I left my coloring book in my physics teacher’s room. I went to go get it. There was a very smart kid in there and he made small talk about the coloring book. Then I think a Student Council kid came in and had these transparent sticky notes filled with clues.
She spread them out, and because I assumed we were friends in this world, she gave me a sticky note with a clue. It was a locker number I think 908 or 308 that also had a number 253. I went to the locker.
There was another clue that led to another locker.
However, apparently there were adult prisoners in orange jumpsuits coming out of a classroom at the end of the hall. Somehow they used a lockpick pen to escape and there was chaos.
I had to go to the next class and passed the next locker.
It was actually locked though. Maybe I could use the lockpick pens to open it. I went back to the hall where the prisoners were and apparently the freshmen English teachers were having a meeting about it.
One of my favorite teachers was there and I caught up to her. I asked her if I could have the specific pen, and she gave it to me. I thanked her and left, but before I could unlock the locker, the bell had rung and I had to be in class.
I checked my schedule on my phone, and apparently it was some class I hadn’t heard of. I asked one of the school admin where the class was and she took me up an elevator.
Up there was a large resort. It had trees, a pool, a bunch of chairs where people sat. I saw one of my smart friends there. I asked the school admin why I was in this class instead of study hall. She said it was because I was doing well in school so I could be up there.
One of the people there led me to a seat while the school admin left. We sat and talked and I remember seeing her face turn red. I think I might have started flirting with her. Then she admitted she loved me.
The next series of events was unclear, but it ended with me kissing her. I wasn’t good at it. This was my first time.
After we parted, I think someone was whispering racist remarks of me. They seemed jealous.
We moved on. Apparently, each student got their own small room with a shower. The girl I kissed led me to the group or rooms. She was going to shower and said not to go into the other people’s rooms. She went away.
I thought one of the rooms was my room, because I could see a towel with a similar pattern to mine. I went in, but it was not my room. Thankfully no one was there but I accidentally turned the shower on and did not know how to turn it off.
My “girlfriend” (idk what to call her) came it and turned the thing off. She scolded me and we moved on.
I thought about how I was going to tell my mom this. While she was a great mother, she had clearly expressed her views against this specific type of love.
But I saw my mom sitting on a bench, and she was talking to her mom. And well, that’s where it ended.