[10:50:09] <iM> Okay, well, you and I were going to some prestigious school that taught assassins and other sneaky people, though I'm pretty sure neither of us was going into the murderfield. It started out with me doing some sneaking exercises, and I was doing random stealy stuff. And apparently, I had stolen and kept something that another student wanted (though I didn't know it at the time I stole it). I then went back to my room, which you were also occupying because this was a boarding school apparently. You had the bottom bunk and I had the top one, and for some reason the top one was about four metres higher than the bottom one. And apparently had a secret passageway, because I snuck out through it, and when I came back psycho-student was there, and was trying get you to tell them where you were by torture of sewing your fingers together (this is why this student was a psychopath). This was the crucial moment you couldn't move the right half of your body because I remember you were trying to kick them but only with you left foot, and you couldn't otherwise move much? So when I came back and saw this I shouted "I'm up here!", and psychostudent climbed up the ladder to my bunk, where they asked me where the thing was. I said I wouldn't tell them, so they got out their needle again and were about to start trying to sew /my/ fingers together when I pushed them off the bunk bed.

[10:52:22] <iM> When I say 'sew fingers together' I mean 'through the flesh' which is why it was bloody disturbing

[10:53:09] <iM> They were in shock/unable to move for a bit from being, y'know, thrown off a four-metre height, so I jumped down after them, grabbed their needle, and put it in their cheek. (I hold no responsibility for my dream-actions.) At this point they tried to tackle me again, and from there the dream was entirely us brawling with me trying to knock them out or debilitate them. Eventually I broke their arm, and then I woke up.