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So I'm there, chilling with my friends in an English class. It's the first day of actual classes during our senior year. We have a new teacher, so the bitch made us do those stupid "about you" type things. Thankfully, the fire alarm goes off, and we all get out of a waste of a class. Some skeets are throwing around firecrackers all over the parking lot by the time we get out, and eventually start throwing them to each other in some sort of hot potato game. They're spread out all over the parking lot by now, and I seriously hope one of them gets hurt. One of them comes very close to hitting our little circle, and I tell off the idiot who threw it. In my little fury of profanities and insults, I hear someone yell about something happening on the roof of the school. I can't really see from my position, so I assume it's smoke rising from the building, indicating a real fire, rather than the drill we all assumed it was. I walk further out away from the school to see what the ruckus is, and as I look up, I see a fighter plane fly by. Then something I can't quite make out falls from the sky and crashes into the little grass area next to the parking lot. How I didn't figure out this was a dream by now is beyond me. Anyways, I, being the dumbass that I am, run to the wreckage at the other end of the parking lot. It's the remains of a helicopter. Everybody's panicking now, and I see a gold coloured jeep pull up to the exit of the parking lot. I recognize the driver somewhat, and immediately hop in, wanting to get as far away from that fuckery as possible. The driver turns out to be the quiet artsy girl in a few of my classes, a friend of a friend. We never really talked much, but here we are, speeding away from that clusterfuck. Despite the panic and fear I'm sure the both of us are feeling right now, she asks a very calm and casual question. Can't quite remember, it was something about income taxes or something. I say I have no idea, and the dream ends as we begin driving towards a pizza place. Before the dream ended, though, I tasted something. I didn't actually physically tried to taste anything, I just felt a taste in my mouth. It tasted of art. Like, imagine licking a painting in an art gallery, or eating crayons, only it tasted beautiful. It tasted like good art. I don't care, I'm going to consider this a task of the month, I tasted something. I wasn't lucid, nor did I try to taste anything, but there was a taste in my mouth so that's close enough.

After waking up, (this part is IRL, it wasn't a false awakening) I try to move my arm to check the time on my phone. I had trouble moving my arm, so I try seeing what I can do with my arm. I could move my arm at the shoulder, and my hand at the wrist, but I couldn't bend my arm. Trying to bend it, I end up just moving my arm back and forth, its weight pulling it down so I could only really have it in a few positions, I couldn't stop it in between. I had to hold my arm with my other hand (which thankfully was fully functioning) so I could properly move it without its weight dropping it much further than I want. I tried to bend my arm with assistance from my other, but that didn't work, either. However, this entire ordeal only lasted a short time, maybe 15-20 seconds, and I was very soon able to move my arm however I wanted, with no problems with gravity.