I was on n off dreaming of a school as well for a bit, running away from some assholes. But after ty went to work, and I fell back asleep I was back at the school at night time. Everyone had gone to bed, I was sitting in a dark room on my phone. When this man walks in, I know he's come to kill us. He's much to tall for it to be natural, like 7ft at least. The dream hadn't decided his clothes, so all I made sense of his face at first. Long greasy hair, facial hair. He holds a giant metal box, that he plans to bludgeon me to death with. And when he comes up to me and lifts it we start talking.

' You're going to kill me? '

' ...yes, can't you tell? Why are you asking. '

' How does it feel to kill someone. '

He sets down the box on a table, and leans onto it like he's put out. ' Great a question asker, it doesn't matter does it? Unless you want to try yourself. '

I nod enthusiastically, "please- these people are assholes. Don't kill me, I want to help you."

We sort of stare at each other for a bit, he leaves the box and comes over to me. picking me up. And throwing me over his shoulder. The dream finally gives him clothing instead of a sorta vague white clothes. A burgundy suit with gold accent stripes, a long back to the coat. Clean black shoes. He walks so smoothly I feel like I'm floating isntead of being carried.

' They're going to hate you, if this is what you want you cant turn back. '

The other dream people showed up and were protesting, yelling at him trying to get me back. So I yelled out I was okay, and that the man was nice. Which quickly made them all get very violent. He has to set me down so he can deal with several of them. I start running away from the dream people. And when I lose one guy for a bit, I make to back to where the man had been. I kept yelling for him, and I could hear him grumbling. Complaining that he did all the work. I see people's feet/hands sticking out from places. With slow blood creeping out but I don't see the full bodies.

Just when I'm scrambling up onto a table he scoops me up again throwing me back onto his shoulder.

' Boss you found me!'

' Shut it- better be worth the trouble. Don't know why I bothered- '

He carries me off again to a little corner where he has a grey cat with a red collar. It's cluttered with paper and string. And as he sets me down, he rumbles.

' These are going to be the strangest friends you've made. But they're nice people. '