Fifth Grader Makin' Dolla$
A man was a private teacher for a young boy in fifth grade. The boy wanted to be a rapper and claimed he was going to drop out to follow his dream. This angered the teacher, weary from all his other students thinking they didn't need school to succeed. The boy ran away. The teacher eventually found him and said to him, "You think you could negotiate a deal on your own?; you think you could do the math? You think you could manage yourself on just a fifth grade education? You can't, and if you try, I'm going to quit and teach a fifth grade class." He said the last part threateningly, as if this would scare the boy straight somehow. Like, if I'm worse than an entire fifth grade class, I'd better shape up.
Somehow in the same dream, I was back home. There was a sidewalk on my side of the road. I walked down to the next house (The Gibson's), and I think there were some people down that way. I don't know if I was trying to avoid them or not. Next thing I knew, I was in my side yard [facing their property] with more people. I think something flew by overhead, so we started walking down the driveway to either be protected by the trees or to follow and investigate whatever flew overhead.
Somehow in the same dream, I was back home. There was a sidewalk on my side of the road. I walked down to the next house (The Gibson's), and I think there were some people down that way. I don't know if I was trying to avoid them or not. Next thing I knew, I was in my side yard [facing their property] with more people. I think something flew by overhead, so we started walking down the driveway to either be protected by the trees or to follow and investigate whatever flew overhead.