Hi everyone, this is my very first post on these forums so I'm not quite sure what to expect. Basically, a few nights ago I had the most eery dream. This is everything I can remember...
First I remember heading to an art class at my High School, which I haven't been back to in almost three years, with my old Art Teacher, Miss C. Miss C was absent from the class room, apparently because she had to go to the toilet, and so myself and the rest of our class traipsed upstairs to a different Art class room where another one of my old art teachers, Miss T was. I never liked Miss T very much. She wasn't abusive or anything, she was just quite moody and bitter and made me feel vulnerable. In the dream, Miss T had put on a lot of weight. At this point in the dream, I just felt a bit empty, lonely and melancholy. For some reason I found a sense of pride in the fact that I was going back to my old art class after all these years; I wanted Miss C to know that we hadn't forgotten her and we could still maintain a connection from the past. I wasn't totally enamoured by Miss C either, she had her downfalls, but she was always kind and supportive of my work and I liked her a lot more then Miss T. Anyway, so now I'm in Miss T's class room and I need to go to the toilet. She tells me that the toilet is up one floor. When I reached the top of the stairs, the the building looked completely different. It was no longer the "Art-Block" of my old High School, but it resembled a mountain-restaurant at a ski resort I've been to many times. It wasn't exactly the same, but very similar. So I found the toilet and went to the very end cubical. I don't think there was anyone inside at this point. I happened to be on my period, and (this is when the gross part happens) when I went to put my used pad in the sanitary bin, somehow it got stuck to another used pad and I ended up with my right arm completely covered in used pads. I was absolutely disgusted and repulsed and terrified. I desperately tried to rip them off but they wouldn't budge. I hobbled out of the cubicle (don't know why I hobbled, but I felt weak and tired, almost like a zombie). I realised that I was naked and only wearing an oversized t-shirt. I felt ugly, very vulnerable, slightly angry and wildly repulsed by my appearance. At this point, the pads were no longer on my arm, but the same arm was all cut up and bloody. My whole arm was covered in cherry red blood. As I approached the exit of the toilet, hobbling in pain, I saw that their were about 3 older men sitting in chairs by the exit. They were sitting kinda near the mirror/sink area of the toilet. I turned to face them, terrified of how vulnerable and exposed I must have looked to them and I purposely tried to scare one of them by making a kind of wild noise and jolting bloody my arm towards them. The man reacted to me and looked frightened and I immediately cowered in shame like a little puppy, holding my wounded arm towards my body. Then the man (he must have been around 60), started beckoning me to come towards him. I refused to. I didn't really think he could help me or even wanted to help me. He didn't look sympathetic. He just wanted me to come towards him. So now for some reason the bathroom is flooded with water. I reached for my iPhone, which was on a table underneath the water and pulled it up. It was still working. I wanted to see if anyone in my art class had texted me to ask where I was, and they hadn't. Then I woke up.

Background info!
So a few days before this dream my period ended. Over the Christmas holidays, I had growth-spurt where my body composition changed a lot and I feel like a woman now. At first this change was a bit upsetting to me, because I thought I'd just gained weight or something (my clothes fit differently). I used to have a very waif-ish figure and I found security in looking like a little girl, even though part of me didn't like it. I was like shit, I should really be taking better care of myself and exercising and eating better. But then when one of my friends me that I looked great and that it was a "New Year- New Me", I realised I truly had just had a growth spurt and was really excited about it. I really like my body now. I just feel more mature and attractive. I am still very thin naturally, but I just look older, with bigger boobs. About 4 months ago I started studying at a music school in London. I moved from a different country by myself and am living without my parents for the first time. I've been thrust into a very new, stimulating and intense environment and everything still feels a bit surreal. I'm having to discern what I truly want for my life. Despite the difficulties it's been the most amazing and transformative experience of my life. I've been pining over a guy in class for months now and I'm starting to think he's not the person I had dreamed up in my head, which is quite a hard pill to swallow. I'm having to slowly let go to that attachment to him.

Gosh I hope that wasn't too long... thanks for reading!