I was in some sort of classroom setting, although it was dark and dramatically lit, like an operating theater in a medical drama. Many of my high school classmates were there, include Kyle C., who stole my seat and sat there mocking me. I became enraged and knocked the desk over onto its side, spilling him onto the floor. The teacher descended on me and I knew I was in trouble.
Only instead of being sent to the principal’s office, I was released to go to lunch. As in usually the case in my dreams, the school’s lunchroom was barren of good food choices, everything seemed to have been picked away, leaving only the sad crap that nobody else had wanted. The fact that I was actually early for lunch this time made no difference.
Somehow I managed to find something edible, and made my way to a table. I ended up sitting next to Kyle, and I decided to talk amiably to him, saying that there was no reason to fight, and that we should endeavor to get along. He was agreeable, and I ended up getting along with a whole table of classmates that I remember having tenuous relationships with in the past. My old friend, Matt D. came up and started talking to me, telling me some sort of joke. I was happy to see him.
Later, I was wandering around some kind of huge indoor market which seemed to be selling nothing but baked goods. In particular, there loaves of what could only be described as “cookie bread”. Something that had the consistency of soft brownies, and came in a variety of flavors. I drooled over a peanut butter cookie loaf, but distressed over the caloric values, and eventually ended up settling on a box of “sugar crisps” which seemed to be little chunks of sugar that had apparently low calories, low sugar(?!?), and low carbs.
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