I had this weird ass dream that I was in this huge building (kinda like a mall) with other kids/teenagers (or young adults my age) and a few other people that I actually knew in my life.
I was talkin' to this girl on this top balcony and I started to notice that these men in suits started to lead the kids/teenagers one by one away from different groups they were in.
I had no idea what was goin' on. As I was lookin' around, seein' the men takin' 'em away, this huge guy, who was like 6' with a big figure, (like bodyguard/bouncer figure) comes to the person I was with and I, tellin' me I had to go with him. I asked him why, and he just said, “It won't take that long. Your mum put you in this learnin' program so you can learn.” (Or whatever. I honestly have no idea why. It was so damn weird, Outlaws. (Yes, that's what I'm callin' you (my followers) now. Don't judge me.) I don't know why he said this to me.)
I obviously didn't want to go, sayin' no to him, but he leads me away to where the rest of the kids/teenagers (or young adults) towards a big set of heavy, wooden doors and I then started to run away from the set of doors and the guy who was leadin' me towards the doors, not wantin' to go in. (Since I had no idea what the actual bloody Hell was goin' on.) The guy literally grabs me by the side of my arms, easily pickin' me up (I'm basically like Tim Drake's size) , takin' me through the set of big doors as I'm tryin' to kick up in the air to get away from him, not carin' if anyone else is watchin'.
He sets me down finally as the rest of the other people go inside this huge ass room that's got at least seven big round tables to hold probably ten people at each table. I look around the room and see two people who I recognise as my old coworkers from my old work place. I ran to 'em and hugged my friend tightly, wantin' to be with a familiar face.
We had no idea where we were, and wanted to know what was goin on. The room got quiet and someone started to speak and I saw a dude who kinda looked like Obama, (but not really at the same time) at the centre table in front of all of us.
I sat on the floor under the table where he was sittin' at right beside my twin and one of the old teachers from my junior high asked why I was so angry and if I was hungry. (??????) I told her that I didn't want to be here and that I'm not hungry.
So, dude who looked like Obama finishes what he was sayin', with me not listenin' to a single word he said and leaves the huge room, with a few of the people in the room tryin' to follow behind him to get out of the room. Which unfortunately didn't succeed. Then I woke up.
I told my mum this and she told me that it should be used as a short story and my twin told me it's a sign to go back to school. 😅
Though, I did consider makin' this into some kind of a short story. But with a different plot or somethin' along the lines of it.