The end of this dream took place during a very gray day, maybe morning, and I had arrived by automobile to the main student parking lot of The D High School to attend what seemed to be a high school event that was taking place outside in the main teacher’s parking lot.
There were many chairs that the high school students were sitting in and I joined them, even though I knew that I looked older than everyone, somehow I thought that I was a high school student and that these were my classmates and schoolmates.
Some of my assumed classmates were celebrities and my other assumed classmates were afraid/too shy to talk to them, but I ended up talking with two of them who were two young men with light-color skin who were probably famous actors or something.
Throughout the dream other people and I would lose the spots where we were sitting whenever we got up and left for a moment, that is how I first ended up sitting by the two celebrity students, and so the three of us moved around to different locations talking as we lost our seats until we got separated at some point.
At some point the event seemed to be over, people started leaving, but then I heard people saying: “fight, fight, fight!”; and in the distance past where I parked was a group of people huddled around like a fight was happening but it ended before I could walk over there.
I noticed that some cheerleader types and football player types were lining up by a school building by the parking lot, and so I walked over to them to see if we were supposed to leave or not yet.
I asked a female student with light-color skin with long yellow hair who was probably a cheerleader if it was time for us to leave school or not now that the event was over, but she just looked at me like she was wondering what this man was doing here talking to her.
I assumed that she thought that I was an old man because of how I looked older than everyone, but then I finally remembered that I graduated from high school years ago so I wondered how was it possible for me to be a high school student again.
I started to wonder if I was even a high school student, how would I forget that I had graduated many years ago, but I woke up as I thought about this as I tried to make sense of this with my confused and clouded mind.
This dream took place during the day at The BP Library, and I was there working in the main area when a patron named Mr. B entered the building in his wheelchair.
Mr. B rolled over to me in his wheelchair and he told me that he was going to need some help later printing something involving pictures of some automobiles, he mentioned something about picking one to have it assessed, but I was not sure if he was going to want me to pick one or was he talking about himself.
I told him that it was possible to print that and that I could help him print just the automobile images that he wanted, that we could download those images and arrange them in a LibreOffice Writer document once he was ready, and to let me know when he was ready.
Mr. B went to the computer lab to do this, at some point I walked over to him to see if he was ready, but I woke up.