dream log 108

i'm back at my high school, and i'm walking home. what i don't know is that right after i left, parts of the place were set aflame, and a lot of things burned.

the next day, there is a convention, and i go with some classmates, but i realize i forgot my coat there, so i grab that and wear it over my shoulders. my classmates warn me about the stairs, saying they're unsafe, but hop on them anyways, to the basement level. they begin grabbing debris and i realize i'd rather leave right away. i walk back up the disfigured staircase, going on the first level.

there are indeed vendors and people there, although very few due to the fire. i awkwardly walk past them as i have no money. after that, several people on rickety, old bikes almost run straight into me and i have to push them out of my way just to get outside.

...wait, no. something else happened before i got there. i'm in the cafeteria, far away from the burned building. it is storming severely outside. i have my raincoat on and walk outside for a brief period before getting inside another building in between. but there's something off about it. the hallways are just slightly darker. there's a few teachers here, telling me to not go into the next building, to get out. i walk by half-empty classrooms, possessions already packed. the teachers grow more anxious as i walk closer.

i've already left. i head back "home," but it is not mine. a stranger inside looks at me with the most resigned, forlorn look on her face, arms crossed over her chest.

i'm not supposed to be here.