This is a strange one...
I was in a classroom, it was my first day but it wasn't anyone else's first day. I remember there being a big screen that movies would be played on and desks filled with students wearing a school uniform, which I was also wearing, although I couldn't remember putting it on. I took a random seat next to some big burly looking guy, who glared at me a little, then proceeded to open my notebook and take notes on the lecture.
Everyone else in the class wrote a little note and passed it to my desk. I don't know how they managed to do so without the prof noticing (I thought that in the dream, too), but there was a stack of papers on my desk, and although I wanted to listen in on the lecture, I was curious to read them... so one by one, I picked them up and read them...
They were so varied, but every one of them was about how each person felt about me. Some of them said things like "I'd watch it if I were you, 'cause a lot of these people don't like you, and I'm one of them." Some of them were covered in little hearts with my name written in cursive everywhere, in different colours of pen. Some were long, detailed explanations of the way I appeared to the person. It was strange, but so fascinating.
One of them I decided to keep. It didn't have anything written on it, just a couple of drops of blood. When I noticed that I got kind of freaked out, but figured it must be ink or something. I kept it anyways to show others and ask their opinion. Class ended and I made my way to the door.
Someone grabbed my hand from behind, and I turned around to see a girl with pitch white skin and dyed pink hair, and one of those chains that runs from the nose to the earring? Yeah, one of those. Anyways, she looked at me and started to cry, then threw her arms around me and suddenly became very cold... and I couldn't pry her away. I woke up trying to.
Dreams don't usually disturb me like this one did. I don't know, I woke up feeling really disoriented and worried about what the dream means... I've been dreaming a lot lately, really strange things, and I don't usually care much for dream analysis but, things like this just bother me until I can figure them out.
Why can dreams bother us so much... even though we know that when we wake up, they're gone?