Seriously, this dream was like Alice in Wonderland...except by my brain.

Geez, where to start? The details are already slipping out of my head!
Well, I guess I'll just start with the beginning...

WARNING: SUPER LONG POST, BUT HANG IN THERE!
(it is after all, very interesting as well!)

Okay, so I'm sitting there in Math class when there is some big discussion about some weird new video game in japan where you play as some magician guy who makes people hallucinate. Apparently though (even though I'm really the only person who gets it) that it actually exists in real life. How do I know this? Because I was reading some book by them (so something to that effect.) because in this little wonderland story Japanese people hallucinate they are in some anime (note: anime = japanese cartoons) whit list they did it on an American and she thought she and all the other people escaped from this bus are alive when in reality she is the only survivor on this bus filled with dead people. (I don't know what the people died from by the way, it's implied that it fell off a cliff even though there is no damage to the bus and the dead people look more like they were poisoned) their notes said that "even though Japanese and Americans hallucinate differently, they still have the same underlying theme of subjunction. Interesting!" which I thought...was really creepy.

Before I know it I'm actually with the main characters. Now, the first was the guy on the cover, who looks like Igor if you dress him up in these fancy dark colored robes with gold things embroided on it, the other guy was your standard mad scientist really (who, honestly speaking resembles Ferb from Phineas and Ferb) now, they has this device that was made out of gold they wold take a person, and use the device to drop a black liquid into their eyes (and that's how they hallucinate) and they turn tiny-sized and you can observe them. Even though they did this to 3 people, I only observed one guy. I suppose the guy knew what they were doing, he was terrified really. He asks them what they hell they are doing. they just smile and say they are having fun with Spanish. I looked through the thing as they put the black liquid eye-drops into his eyes. I kept on fearing that he was going to scream in pain that it burns or something. Well, they guy yelled, holding his eyes "What is this?!" ...in Spanish. Yeah, and I stopped looking for a second and I excitingly told them that I could understand what he are saying and translated it for them. I would have done it some more but he was basically running around that giant and elegant looking petri dish screaming and babbling in spanish so I didn't understand a word of it. I look away.

all of sudden, all I see is the pattern of their checkered dog (red and purple) and my nine-year-old friend and I were sucked into this galaxy where we flew through the air on a giant leaf until poof, we end up in this strange building. The room right down a very short hall in front of the two of us looked inviting (and it was empty) I said it was an elementary school classroom even though there were no desks, no chairs, and I don't even think there was a blackboard. Just white tatami-mat style floor, with those pale yellow walls and different papers all over the wall. There were two pieces of paper on the floor, as we say down I said that they are probably for when you draw a picture that you tell a story about. Suddenly the teacher appears. He says his name is Mr. Math. He looks like a reoccurring character in my dreams. I think after that he gave us some kind of pop quiz. After that I remember being outside of the room, exploring the building. Three young (but not really little) kids asked us if we wanted to go upstairs, that there was a jacuzzi there, all sorts of games, and other stuff like that. (these kids, by the way, I don't recognize, except after I woke up I think the leader of those three kids is also a recurring character in my dream) my friend says something about how he's not supposed to talk to strangers as I start to follow them upstairs. Well, I thought about it for a moment, and how it could very well be a trap, and I told them I was going to follow his advice and I tuned around and walked downstairs again. The kids almost looked disappointed, but it was hard to read their expressions.

Then, Mr. Math found us I guess and took us back to his room. He wanted a paper or something, and I told him it was in my locker and he told me to get it. So before I know it, I'm upstairs, at my locker, it's empty. (and oddly enough, even though it's in the same location it is this year, it looked like the Junior lockers I had last year, which is painted blue) when I was there, I saw some kids from my resource room walking down the halls. There is this one girl I recognized, she has cerebral palsy (pretty severe too) and he aid was trying to get her to talk...since she hadn't since they came here..but she was still mute, very sad and in despair about the situation, and kept her head down. I also saw other kids in my class...who just acted as if this were any other day of school! One of the boys in my class jokingly told me about how this other girl's (who name I know and she is one of my friends so I'm not saying her name) anime figures and stuff keep on slipping into his locker (as his is under her's in this really weird place) and how he was making them use their little weapons to saw of their legs and stuff until she asks for them back, he was also asking for when so-and-so (I don't remember the name) wanted this giant ceramic guitar back (think, baby blue Gibson flying V, with a dumbo figure with a ball at the bottom, located just beneath where the strings end) because he basically has been playing air guitar on it all the time. There was another boy, (yes, whose name I also know) he was just hanging out, not really doing or saying much...but he had this aura of frustration about him because of his intense eyes. Before I could poke around anymore Mr. Math grabbed me though (lol).

We, oddly enough were no longer in the elementary room, but in this big computer lab. He yelled at us about how we had forgotten a newspaper assignment (it is apparently despicable) and we kept on telling him that we had just got here and we had no idea this even existed. But he kept on telling us not to make stupid excuses and he gave this to us weeks ago. Again, we just got here, I figured even if time did move differently here there was just absolutely no way we could have known. I guess he just thinks we were his students before we were even here. I kept on mulling about how he was a jerk for starters, but also how he apparently did not just teach kindergartners but apparently all grade levels, and for a name like "Mr. math" he would be a math teacher, but every assignment that he's given (blank paper, pop quiz, and this apparent newspaper thing) were all English assignments. It is at this point my friend disappears, but I don't really notice or care and act as though he were never there to begin with for whatever reason.

I meet up with the other kids from my class, and we share theories about how we got here. The intense-eye kid said it was his fault because e didn't help (our environmental science teacher in school) plant her garden like he said he would. Everyone else seemed to nod in agreement...but I was thinking...I remembered the book, about that woman on this bus. In a flash of genius I said that we (as in everyone in this building) were all hallucinating we were here when we were actually not. But no matter how many times I said it people just stared blankly at me.

It switches out to these people, inside some kind of darkly lit throne room and there was a man dressed in the same sort of robes as the igor-like character except they were a lot bigger, and more elegant and like something a french king would wear. The checkered dog was by his side as he sat on his giant gold throne. These hero-looking people (think, knights with red capes and no helmet) demanded to know where my friend and I were. He said we were inside the dog. They looked very shocked.

I was in the elementary room again with Mr. Math, I sort of stared at the paper on the floor, I was supposed to be writing or drawing on it or something...but I was mostly just staring at it with a pencil n my hands. Finally, I looked up and asked him were all the little kids were. He said that they were on a field trip and should be back in a few days (and I envisioned the children help planting her garden).

...And you know what happened next? I forgot the rest!

It was a very interesting dream, and oddly enough as I type it out now, I am starting to get some of the references as some of these things actually relate to actual events in my life in a ways.

Quick edit: Although I never see it as anything significant, whenever I tell it to people they think it's weird that when I dream the perspective often shifts from first to third person. The same is true with this dream, in fact, it switched quite often within the same scene.

Another edit: it seems to me I forgot an important plot point, where when we first arrived in said world I found a map, that looked like it was drawn by a kid, our path was a dotted like that squiggled from one side of the map to the other, it was a picture of space too (you know, dark sky, stars, etc) and were were represented by a little version of the checkered dog's head (lol) it implies that we traveled across space and into an alternate universe. It was by remembering the map and looking at it multiple times that helped me figure out the theory that this entire world was one big hallucination.

I've FINALLY come up with a list on how there are certain interesting details about my life that while dreaming I didn't connect the dots, it was pretty easy to trace them back to their roots in my waking life. Because the post is so long, I'll break it down by the paragraphs that make up the dream:

Paragraph 1:

• I've got nothing. Maybe I watch too much TV or something

Paragraph 2:

• Well, if counts I did watch Phineas and Ferd once at my friend's house (he's still in elementary school so it's one of his favorites) while he was enjoying it though..I couldn't get over the fact that one kid's head was shaped like a nacho chip and the others was well...just weird
• As for the Spanish part...I'm in college level Spanish (and while everyone says I'm good and my teacher has some faith that I'm pretty fluent it's still SO frustrating because my Spanish level...while okay considering my level of education has a long way to go before it reaches my level of English)

Paragraph 3:

• My friend, he is about 9 and I'm turning 18 soon. We've been friends since he was 7. He doesn't have many friends, and he has a lot of enemies. Originally, we became friends because I saw a bit of myself in him. Believe it or not I went through a bad apple phase too. I feel a lot stronger and more at peace when I'm around (older) children then I am with adults or my own peers sometimes. He has behavioral issues...to be honest I'm really the only person who he will behave nicely around, he not only cares for me as a friend but he also listens to me and respects me and thankfully because I'm not a family member I don't get the same angry child treatment that they have to put up with a lot of times. It's sad to see him act up so much though and push everyone but me away because I know deep down inside he is one of the sweetest, funniest, energetic kids I know.
  
• Though I don't remember the room itself, school always seems to play an important role in dreams.
• As a young child, Yellow was one of my favorite colors, and I always my walls to be painted yellow. I seemed to like every shade I found when they asked me what kind, though it usually ended up being pale shades.
• The two blank pieces of paper I interpret as writing your own story. We are both young, we don't know our story quite yet, our pages are still blank as we hold out whole lives ahead of us.
• Upon waking and contemplating this, I think math wasn't about well, math, but short for aftermath. Funny, huh?
• You know the reoccurring character he looks like? The insane/stalker/molester/pedophile/rapist guy. Except older, because his hair was gray instead of black. Still just as creepy though.
• I don't remember what the other two kids looked like, but one of them has a passing resemblance to another character who is in pretty much every dream I have like this one. This character oddly enough looks like a kid version of creepy guy mentioned above, but he is a lot nicer, most often he plays the role of a best friend or even boyfriend...not to mention he looks less like a serpent (that was the best adjective I could think of, I'd say a rodent but that'd be an insult to them!) infact, the only same features not that I think about it are the hair and eye color. Yeah, my dreams are weird like that.
• I'm sure there is something significant in me turning my back on them to go downstairs again with my friend and not trusting strangers who promise things like that, how I can't say...but something about it feels like it should be profound.

Fourth paragraph:

• I don't know, but I get the feeling that this dream is alot more deep then my brain tripping on sleep hormones and that every little detail is seemingly significant so feel free to interpret at will.

Fifth paragraph:

• *see fourth paragraph*

Sixth Paragraph:

• Errr...I think this was trying to add a plotline into a dream where a plot is only vaguely contructed, and less often followed.
  

Last paragraph:

• I don't know for sure what it's all about, so feel free to interperet. What an interesting question though the more I think about it...where have so many things in my mind gone? Off to plant a garden aparently.
  

Also on the edits, I keep on finding myself shocked that dream-me was so smart, intuitive, oberservational and analitical. Oh sure, I am these things too, but not to that extent, and I certainly don't think I'd be that way if I were actually in a bizzare and dangerous situation like that.