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I had a strange dream last night.
I was in a school, and we were in the dungeons (>_>?) hiding out in the boys' showers. because! We were trying to smoke pot without the teachers finding us? Queer firstly because I've never done that, let alone have experience trying to do it without getting caught. Anyway, we were sort of on the run from the teachers, vacating to a new hidey place, setting for a bit to smoke up, then going off to a new place when the teachers got close. Mostly in the boys' showers, but sometimes we'd skitter through the girls' showers. I remember at one point wondering what the point was, since we were working so hard to not get caught. It'd have been easier just not to do it to start with. But then we camped out and smoked a little and everything got peaceful again and I decided it was worth it.
o_O Yeah, I don't know either. After a while, our reason for running morphed from "worth it" to "if they catch us, high or not, they'll kill us."
Anyway, eventually we were sort of at the end of where we could hide. The boys' showers were like a maze, and if you hunkered down at the end of an aisle, you were fine unless someone went to the end of another aisle and looked across - then they could see you. So we kept having to move, and I remember it was getting pretty frustrating because we'd have to move again before anyone could get high again. (Somehow, we'd get high and then when we had to leave, it'd fade quickly so that the next time we stopped, we'd be completely sobered and have to get high all over again.) So finally we had no where else to go. We'd found a boat - at the end of the boys' showers was an outlet into some underground river. It was really cold.
We were kinda hunkered into the boat, trying to stay warm, trying to keep our heads down because the teachers had found us and were shining lights on us from the stone walls that hemmed in the river, some ten feet over our heads. They were pretty stern looking. They demanded we all raise our heads. I was still trying to keep mine down, because I was wearing boyish clothing and hoped that if I looked boyish enough, it'd throw them off from determining my real identity. But they were going through, sort of forcing us all by our chins to look up into the light, so I pushed my hair down over my face and tried to look like not myself. A boy next to me said something about me, trying to be helpful, but he said "she" and I had to hiss at him to shut up because I was trying to look like a boy so they wouldn't guess who I was. He looked sheepish and didn't say anything else, but then it occurred to me that what he'd said was something along the lines of "you've got to have mercy; she'll freeze to death."
So I took stock of my situation, since I was the only she in the group and it seemed he must have been referring to me.
I was wearing a very thin white shirt and a little vest and some trousers, and no shoes. And I was shivering uncontrollably. So yeah, I was pretty freakin cold. I doubled over then, trying to get warm here in a boat underground where our breaths fogged on the air, and my state was so pitiable that the teacher sort of clucked a lot and I got the impression, just before I woke up, that they were going to let us all off with a warning, if only we'd bring the boat in quickly enough that I could be pulled off it and rushed to the nurse's office before I died.
I was in a school, and we were in the dungeons (>_>?) hiding out in the boys' showers. because! We were trying to smoke pot without the teachers finding us? Queer firstly because I've never done that, let alone have experience trying to do it without getting caught. Anyway, we were sort of on the run from the teachers, vacating to a new hidey place, setting for a bit to smoke up, then going off to a new place when the teachers got close. Mostly in the boys' showers, but sometimes we'd skitter through the girls' showers. I remember at one point wondering what the point was, since we were working so hard to not get caught. It'd have been easier just not to do it to start with. But then we camped out and smoked a little and everything got peaceful again and I decided it was worth it.
o_O Yeah, I don't know either. After a while, our reason for running morphed from "worth it" to "if they catch us, high or not, they'll kill us."
Anyway, eventually we were sort of at the end of where we could hide. The boys' showers were like a maze, and if you hunkered down at the end of an aisle, you were fine unless someone went to the end of another aisle and looked across - then they could see you. So we kept having to move, and I remember it was getting pretty frustrating because we'd have to move again before anyone could get high again. (Somehow, we'd get high and then when we had to leave, it'd fade quickly so that the next time we stopped, we'd be completely sobered and have to get high all over again.) So finally we had no where else to go. We'd found a boat - at the end of the boys' showers was an outlet into some underground river. It was really cold.
We were kinda hunkered into the boat, trying to stay warm, trying to keep our heads down because the teachers had found us and were shining lights on us from the stone walls that hemmed in the river, some ten feet over our heads. They were pretty stern looking. They demanded we all raise our heads. I was still trying to keep mine down, because I was wearing boyish clothing and hoped that if I looked boyish enough, it'd throw them off from determining my real identity. But they were going through, sort of forcing us all by our chins to look up into the light, so I pushed my hair down over my face and tried to look like not myself. A boy next to me said something about me, trying to be helpful, but he said "she" and I had to hiss at him to shut up because I was trying to look like a boy so they wouldn't guess who I was. He looked sheepish and didn't say anything else, but then it occurred to me that what he'd said was something along the lines of "you've got to have mercy; she'll freeze to death."
So I took stock of my situation, since I was the only she in the group and it seemed he must have been referring to me.
I was wearing a very thin white shirt and a little vest and some trousers, and no shoes. And I was shivering uncontrollably. So yeah, I was pretty freakin cold. I doubled over then, trying to get warm here in a boat underground where our breaths fogged on the air, and my state was so pitiable that the teacher sort of clucked a lot and I got the impression, just before I woke up, that they were going to let us all off with a warning, if only we'd bring the boat in quickly enough that I could be pulled off it and rushed to the nurse's office before I died.