I once had a dream I was this small fox creature. I was being chased for some reason, so I ran. There were a lot of close calls, and eventually I gave up running and just let myself be caught. My fur was picked off and my vision panned out to this 3rd person point of view, where I was staring at some moving chart and fully aware that I was being eaten alive and in extreme pain that I could not feel. I only felt terror.

Next I was at a meeting of some sort at my old high school. I was relatively an outcast there (as would be in normal life) and had my dice with me. I lost them and was gathering them, one commented that the most important die, d20, was missing, and I replied that I left it at home so I wouldn’t lose it. I considered stealing other dice I knew weren’t mine since there were a ton laying around and mine were all so plain and boring, and I did take a red translucent d12 that was a little big and rather pretty.

Then I missed the bus and needed to call mom to tell her I was walking home. My phone was gone, so I had to borrow anothers. No one had one. Saw playground in distance, figured teacher had phone. Worried mom would be worried, pestered teacher who seemed completely unresponsive to everything. Old, distorted woman.

Looked at children. Commented how I hated those poles. You know, the fire man ones. They scared me in real life as a child. Then I noticed the ground was concrete. Children were running around frantically but controlled, like robots that acted just as children but their faces were dead. Then it’s like they malfunctioned. Children jumped off face first onto concrete. Dead. Others killed themselves by bashing their faces or necks repeatedly on bars. Not robots. Just children. And they just kept going with dead serious faces that just don’t belong on children.

I couldn’t move, couldn’t help or interact with the children or area around them. The teacher started humming. I magicked over a piano, my dream self figuring she liked music, to get her phone. She came alive and played something fun and happy as these kids kept committing their robotic suicide. I couldn’t move at all. The lady was in high saturation and even more distorted like some sort of bad trip or abstract/post impressionist painting. Eventually I got her phone and was desperately trying to call my mother but I woke up drenched in sweat before she answered.

What the hell happened? I don't even know how to begin analyzing this...