Change of Pace

Ok, I'm going to change this up a bit as I need a place to stash what few dreams I have that I remember. So, with that... voila...

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I'm a student - both me and a high schooler at the same time. We've been released from class to hear a musical performance put on by younger students. The performance is in a local storefront a short walk from the high school. The kids are good but one pretty Asian girl (who is also our babysitter (though she looks nothing like our RL babysitter)) who was playing violin missed her cue to come in on the piano.

The piano is more organlike - with a second keyboard where the feet go - a little African American boy crawls under the piano and plays the girl's part. She blushes and gets all giggly and I wonder whether I should be worried about leaving her with my kids. One of the other kids my age is one I'd been intimate with at some point and I wonder briefly, before sighing at the impossibility, whether he's still interested.

The performance is over and my class leaves. It takes me a little longer to get my shoes on and I have to ask the younger kids' teacher to wait before she locks the door and goes to lunch.

Somehow it's now dark out as I walk through town, crossing a small triangular park between streets to get back to the school. One group of people sitting on the edge of one road is throwing something (fruit maybe? garbage?) at another couple of people sitting on the edge of the next road. I turn down the second road and it's daytime again.

The high school is built up against a hill, which makes no sense as I know the rooms are full of light and there are athletic fields on the side of the hill where the school is pressed up against it (like a couple of feet at most away from the dirt). I am debating whether I should go back to class - I'm supposed to go to gym, I think, but they're just going to the same performance I just went to and there is only one more period after that.

I'm going to the hall to my locker, which is number 4-6. The lockers only go up maybe 3', then there are glass brick windows above that but remarkably clear glass brick - I can easily see kids playing on the athletic fields outside. We don't use traditional locks on the lockers. On the top, there is a little thing that pops out like a CD drive where you enter your locker number, then your combination (4-15-86) to open your locker. I mess it up a couple of times before getting it right.

As I'm messing up, two girls come by. They're the cool/mean girls and are looking for someone to pick on. One is a dirty blonde and the other has a shiny black bob and magenta sweater. They say something to me like "what are you doing?" I reply that I'm thinking of ditching class. This isn't the answer they expected - they expected me to be scared of them - and they're sort of impressed.