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I was sentenced to death for a crime that no one believed was a crime, like an action that was recently stated to be a crime by a new government or something. In the first part of my dream I was in a one person cell and I watched the phases people went through on the walk to their deaths. I really didn't want to be like the people who failed around and had to be dragged. As time passed a group and I were transferred to a different prison type facility. We had almost no guards while being transported. Right before we went inside this new prison we had around 10 minutes where the guys left us alone in a yard thing. I saw a relatively low fence and I pointed it out to everyone. I kept thinking, "Should I escape and spend the rest of my life running or should I face my future with a miniscule amount of hope that they would have mercy and spare me?" I spent way too long thinking and the guards came and got us. The rest is kinda a blur, but I do remember the day I was suppose to die. I walked outside and there was a line of people who had kept us all prisoners. I was determined to go to my death with as humbly as I could, but I did want to cry and turn to the people and just say please don't. I walked to the end of the line and the main guard told me that I wasn't going to die. I was so shocked and relieved and an other feeling I can't really explain. I kinda fell onto the muddy floor, and I cried quietly. I can't remember what happened after that.

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I left college, and I was being bullied by a teenager guy. He was making me feel like crap, and I was anxious about him. I seen him outside of college by my car, and I tried to avoid him. I managed to avoid contact with him, and went to my car. But, there was a woman and her husband in my car claiming that they owned the car. I instantly knew this must have been the work of the bully. I tried to convince her that it was my car, but she didn't believe me, and wanted to discuss this with my family after. I drove back home, but instead drove to a fairground. I left the car there, and rushed home to explain what had happened at college to my family. By the time my Dad and I returned to the car, it had vanished and we explored the fairground. We found out the car was put up as a prize for an insanely hard to win fairground attraction. I remember seeing the bully at the fairground, and he was also attempting to win my car. In the end, we failed to win back the car.

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I was in school. College perhaps, because I recall being able to call the teacher "professor." I think, even, that the teacher in question was one of my teachers from college. Liz, we called her. Her first name was Elizabeth. I can't even remember what her formal 'teacher name' would be. She was always just Liz. My class and I had a project to do. A last-minute, end of the year project that was thrown together due to poor planning on the professor's part. I had to go to a particularly large classroom - literally quite grandiose, with stacks of bookshelves for some reason lining the walls - and I had to put on a performance for a class of younger students. We were tasked with performing Star Wars - just the first movie, Darth Vader and all that noise. But we had no costumes. Nor did we have any preparation. We had to do it right then. The only costumes we could find were (and this may be dangerous to say around these parts)... animal costumes. Fur suits. All I can remember was being mad. That wasn't what I signed up for. I was failed by the educational system. Failed by my professor. I remember yelling about it, making a scene, in front of the audience, about how much of an utter disgrace the whole thing was.

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