Dreams are, by nature, absurd. Well, usually. The most absurd things about dreams, to me at least, is the lack of consistency. I've had dreams of a totally normal day, with a few minor errors that clued me in to the fact that it was a fabrication. I've had dreams where I've had to jump across random assorted objects, in an attempt to cross a never ending river of lava, watching others fail and die in agony around me, not questioning anything until I awoke abruptly. I once even had a dream where I simply arrived somewhere I'd been hundreds of times, and then immediately awoke in a cold sweat, panting. Some believe that dreams always carry meaning, or some sort of importance. That's fine, perhaps even true. But, the way I see it, dreams, just like everything else in life, are only as meaningful as you make them. 

*BEEP BEEP BEEEEEEEEEEEP*

I awoke to a familiar sound, in a familiar place. It was my room, and my alarm.

I reluctantly get out of bed, yawning and stretching. As much as I'd love to hop right back in and get back to sleep, it's a school day, so I do what I have to do. First things first, I take a quick, cold shower, to wake me up and get me ready for the day. Then, I dry off, use deodorant, and put on my most comfortable outfit, cargo pants and a sweatshirt. For whatever reason, I find immense pocket space incredibly comforting. 

Next, I quickly make myself some breakfast, a quick bowl of cereal. Then, I brush my teeth, and head out the door, beginning my walk to school. I'm quickly greeted by my neighbor and long-time friend, S, heading out at the same time as I do. 

"Yo, Beyes!" S said, waving as he walked towards me.

"Yo." I said, waving back.

S and I walked to school together, chatting about this and that. Despite not sharing many hobbies with him, I've always found spending time with him to be a pleasant activity. Though, sometimes, he can be a real pain, what with his practical jokes and the like. Still, I always look forward to spending time with him.

It isn't long before we arrive at school, and head to homeroom together. Our homeroom teacher is Ms.Innlady, the Home Ec teacher. This school has a lot of people with odd names. Though, I'm hardly one to talk. S and I make our way to our seats, which happen to be right next to each other.

"So, uh, what's the schedule today?" I ask S.

"Right, I think it's Math, Language, Science, Tech, and Home Ec." S responds. Curious thing about S, he always acts carefree, but he's quite diligent in his studies, and always seems to know what's going on in school. He can even tell when we're about to be given a surprise assignment, or when a teacher forgot to mention something. He's quite capable.

"Thanks." I say. Nice, no gym today! I'm not fond of gym class. 

A short time later, homeroom is over, and we head to math class. It's a little far away, so class begins shortly after S and I take our seats.

"Goooooood morning class!" Mr.DYN2 said. He's dressed in a Hawaiian shirt and khaki shorts. He always has an odd getup and talks in a funny way, almost like a character from a cartoon. "Alllllllrightyyy, let's begin with our warmup problems!"

Math class goes by pretty quick. Despite his eccentricities, Mr.DYN2 is a fun teacher, and I even think I learned something, probably. Maybe. No, probably not. It is school, after all.

Next period was language, taught by Mr.Gaurdman. He's a pretty average guy, all things considered. That being said, he takes his job very seriously, which is both a blessing and a curse. He gives out assignments and grades fairly, but he's also really strict about school policy, even dumb rules like 'no student or faculty may spend no longer than 15 seconds at the drinking fountain.' He's even chewed out teachers for violating rules like that. Not even the superintendent and the principals are safe from his righteous fury. 

"Alright class, today we're resuming our study on the symbolism and intellectual commentary of- ow!." He ended up sitting on a thumbtack. That righteous fury of his often makes him a prime target for S's shenanigans. He began scanning the room, furious. "Which one of y-" he began, before he saw the usual suspect snickering. "Oooh, S, young man, this is your first and only warning!"

There are some snickers from some other students in the class, and one student in particular shoots S a thumbs up sign. Gaurdman isn't too popular with a lot of the student body, unfortunately. 

Frankly, I'm not even sure when S had the time to set this up. I mean, we walked into class together, so surely I'd have noticed him do anything, right? Well, whatever. It's not that big of a deal, I suppose.

Eventually, class ends after we discuss the symbolism and use of the word 'the', or something, class ends, and we move on to science. 

"Good morning class! Today we're learning about plant cells! You better pay attention, maggots!" Mr.Captain is very loud and rough, and he likes to butt heads with students, especially people like S. Despite that, he's rather popular with the students, and his classes are generally entertaining in one way or another. That being said, he really isn't the kind of guy you'd think would be a science teacher. 

Eventually, as everything in the universe and beyond is destined to, class ends after we learn about cell walls what feels like the 300th time. 

Now, it's my favorite period. Lunch time. 

S gets in line to buy lunch, and I head to our usual table after grabbing my lunch bag. 2 sandwiches and a bottle of water. A classic combination. 

"Oi, Beyes!" I hear a familiar voice from behind. 

"Yo, Guildlady." I say as she sits down in front of me. I don't know her all that well, but she's been good friends with S for a while, so we still talk fairly often.

"You and S do anything fun lately?" She asks, pulling out her own lunch, cold, presumably leftover spaghetti. 

"W-well, S harassed Mr.Gaurdman, as per usual." I wish he wouldn't do that, but I don't think anything in the world could stop him acts of tomfoolery. 

She laughed "What'd that rascal do this time?"   

"Just a thumbtack, fortunately." 

"Man, that's a classic. Remember that one time when he-"

"Awww, somebody talking about me behind my back?" S interrupts, making a faux sad face. 

"Yo, S." I say.

"Evening, S!" Says Guildlady.

"Right!" S says, sitting down with his lunch, a cold sandwich and 3 milks. How did he even get 3 milks? They only give out 1! He does this every day, I swear, it's the biggest mystery this schools ever faced.

"Say, you fellas free after class today?" Guildlady asks.

"Sure, I'm free!" S responds.

"Yeah." I say. 

"My dad bought a shuffleboard table the other day, for some reason, wanna play a few?" She proposes.

"Yeah, I'm down to shuffle some board!" S says.

"Sure." I say.

"Great! Looking forward to it!" 

We spent the rest of our lunch break chatting about this and that, nothing in particular. It's rather comforting. I quite enjoy days like this. 

Next class was Tech Ed, taught by Mr.Smith. He has a surprisingly normal name, at least for this school. As per usual, he's scrolling through his phone as we walk into class, and he doesn't stop until a few minutes after class is technically supposed to start. Some students just start working early, S and I included. 

Eventually, he looks up from his phone, and begins. "Alright class, we're working on our projects still. Come to me if you have questions, and don't ruin the sandpaper." He said quickly, before returning to his phone. Does this project even use sandpaper? 

Despite Mr.Smiths nonchalant attitude, he's not all that bad a teacher. His initial explanations are poor, but he's always quick to help students if they ask. Also, he's always inexplicably covered in soot. Overall, he's not a bad guy.

This class feels like it takes forever to end. It's not agonizingly boring, but working on school projects isn't exactly the most thrilling activity.

Next was the final period, Home Ec, taught by Ms.Innlady. She's always nice, and popular with students. She also always wears an apron, for some reason. I don't know why. There's really not much else to say about her. She's just a pleasant teacher. 

"Good evening cl@%s! Today, we're preparing for our *^%^!!@# lab next week, so p*[& attention so you don't b&$! anything!,,,,,,,,," she begins.

S and Guildlady, who both sit in my group, are chatting about something or other as class continues. I can't tell what it is, though.

For some reason, I feel incredibly light headed.

Wait a minute... this isn't right.

This place... is not like this... this place... is far, far away from these people... from... this... me...

Time seems to freeze around me, as I heard a voice from behind me. "Oiiiiii, bro, you're taking forever."

I turn around. It's an unfamiliar girl. Yet, very familiar, at the same time. She's a little shorter than me, probably a bit younger. Her eyes look just like mine, even down to their color, but her hair is blond, and short. 

"W-wha... 'bro?" I ask the girl, trying to make sense of everything. 

"You haven't met me yet."

"What? Wh-"

"Look, bro, you're taking wayyyy to long in here."

"In... where?"

"You're dreaming, you nitwit. Hurry up and wake up."

"What? But how do i-"

"Oh, whatever."

She then sprinted up to me and punched me square in the gut.