Hyu's Adventures

non dream - lucid - non lucid

I am in high school, in my class room.
The class room is currently on break, but the teacher is there for some reason.
I hate her, she's always teasing me because I'm a bit of a geek.
She often makes fun of me in front of the class.
(This teacher really existed, she was a bitch and the hardest challenge I had to overcome in high school)

Someone is trying to bully me, he asks me to give him all my money.
I tell him to go fuck himself.
I know I don't stand a chance in a fight, but I know that letting yourself get bullied in high school
has much worse consequences than getting beaten up once.

We're fighting, the teacher doesn't give a shit.
She looks at us, makes sure that I am loosing and smiles at the situation and keeps working on something.
What a bitch, I hate her so much.
The bully is pushing me against the wall and punches me into the stomach a few times.

I notice it doesn't hurt the way it should.
Then I see that he is wearing a holster with a gun? Why would he do that?
I realize that I am dreaming, but I don't have the time to think about what is happening properly.

Realizing that this is a dream I immediately understand that the bully can't hurt me.
I punch him in the throat with my elbow and he lets go of me.
I am overcome with rage at this point, but not at the bully.
He's just a stupid high schooler, he can't help being an idiot.
It's the fucking teacher, the way she turns going to school into hell for me,
the way she enjoys seeing me getting beaten up, the fact that she wants to intervene now that I
am not the one getting beaten up anymore.

That's right, she stands up and wants to punish me for punching the bully in the throat.
She starts talking in her extremely arrogant voice, but I am too furious to listen to her.
I grab the gun from the bully and remove the safety.
The teacher finally shuts up and looks scared.

I point the gun at her face. I am so furious, so full of rage, I know that I am going to kill her.
I can feel the adrenaline in my body. I'm about to shoot her.

"I'm sorry..."
"Liar!"

I pull the trigger and feel the recoil of the gun. I can't see for a split second.
My teacher is falling backwards to the ground. The wall behind her is splattered with blood.
Her dead body drops to the ground and blood starts spilling over the ground.

Fuck, I didn't expect it to be this realistic.
Ah well, it's not like I really killed her, I just wanted to see what it would feel like to let myself be controlled by all this anger.
It felt quite satisfying.

I am a bit surprised.
This dream must mean that she's still on my mind, even after 10 years. Wow, I really hated that bitch.
I wonder what the reaction of the other DC's is and look around.

The bully looks at me quite surprised.

"Bitch had it coming..."

He smiles in agreement.
I hand the gun back to him, he can't hurt me when I'm lucid anyways.
The rest of the class seems to celebrate the death of the teacher.
I find this absolutely hilarious. I know that everyone hated her, but damn, they're actually celebrating!

Something happened after this which I cannot recall properly...


Note: Yes, I really hated that teacher. No, I would never kill or hurt anyone.