I dreamed that George came to WCTC to shoot me. I was in the building and saw him walking around outside with one of his kids, a son that wasn’t Kyle. At some point I found a map of the school that had classrooms and sections of the building blocked out that he’d discovered I didn’t have class. I went back to my car and he was in the backseat, waiting for me. I ended up in the backseat while his son was in the driver’s seat. George pulled out a gun and I grabbed it, trying to keep it pointed away from me. I pulled a kitchen knife out of my pocket and slid it between his ribs, but it had no effect, so we wrestled with the gun and I eventually got it pointing at him and shot him through the throat. His face turned to one of surprise, but he didn’t die. I shot him twice more, once through the throat and once through the face, before he died. I ran away and was suddenly at Paupac, hiding out in one of the cabins. I eventually called the police and said “I need the police, I killed someone.” It was around 7pm. The operator told me that it was the end of his shift and he didn’t feel like dealing with it, so they weren’t going to send anyone. “Are you serious?” I asked. “I just killed someone and you’re not going to send anyone?” So they did, and I apologized for making them stay past the end of their shift.
I woke up after that part of the dream, and some time later when I went back to sleep, the dream continued slightly differently. I “woke up” in kind of a post-apocalyptic universe where George was a big bad man and I was part of his harem. I’d been asleep for many years, but now that I was awake, George was coming to see me. The dream ended with me hiding from him and him discovering me.
