whs got remodeled and the teachers were super condensed (having 2 teachers and classes per classroom)
mr eggleston moved with mrs. blacks class into her room
they remodeled the school to be around 9 rooms total excluding the commons and gym
they also remodeled the school while we were in it somehow
anyways
mr eggleston as a joke, during 7th period, threw a carpentry hammer at my desk and broke my phone
I proceeded to freak out and the whole class was like "you're overreacting" and told me to grow up
which was really bizarre
I wanted to go to the office to try and get him to pay for it but I couldn't get down from the second floor due to there being no stairs
I basically had a fucking panic attack and got sick so I went into the bathroom and everything faded to black
 
cut to my room at my house and it's much like the situation at the school: everything is cramped into a couple rooms, like an apartment in an Asian country or something
a crt, big old black box TV, is literally wedged at a 45 degree angle between the ceiling and a 8 foot tall cabinet
there's hardly no room to walk around in due to all the clothes and shit stacked on everything
the room felt smaller than it actually was
the tv was on fox and they were playing bobs burgers
I don't like that show so I spent a while trying to get the TV down because I couldn't find the remote and thought "maybe there's manual controls on it somewhere"
eventually I gave up because that thing was FUCKING wedged hard
 
I looked in the cabinets and I saw these war documents
on one side were war documents dated from like, the Cold War and Vietnam, and on the other side was just a bunch of Elvis memorabilia
I was more interested in the Elvis memorabilia, because the only reason I'd even have Elvis memorabilia would be that I inherited it from my aunt when she died
from this I can draw a conclusion that she either a.) lives with me in this backwards ass Hong Kong apartment or b.) died and gave me her Elvis stuff
anyways
I gravitated towards the Elvis stuff, naturally
the weird thing was that there was books of songs,  handwritten presumably by Elvis, that I know for a fact he didn't sing
for example there was the line "while you make pretty speeches, I'm being cut to shreds. you feed me to the lions, a delicate balance" which is definitely not an Elvis Presley lyric
I put the book back and I opened the door, thinking it would be the exit into a hall of some sorts
but no
I open the door and I'm in a fucking craft warehouse, smack dab in the middle of the goddamn store
wake up
 
go back to sleep 5 mins later
act 2 began with me going to a friends house (I forget who exactly, I think it was sid) and them having 8 new dogs
they were fully grown, big fluffy dogs, I'd probably say they're a german shepherd siberian husky mix
the thing was that I went to sit on the couch and I ended up sitting next to one of the dogs
it's name was Cody I believe
and it has this headset on
it then turns on a ps4 which was in their living room
at this point I'm like "wow. a gamer dog." so I be player 2
we play some destiny
((we play some destiny pvp split screen on a new map which seemed to be on uranus
it was really dark and blue and it consisted of building tops
almost like the kowloon level in the black ops 1 campaign))
the dog lands a trick shot and goes 30:0 while I end up barely going positive
I thank the dog for the game, but when I look to my side, he's over at a computer uploading his gameplay to his YouTube channel
jump cut
 
act 3 begins from there
me, sid, ryan get hired for a job at a new local diner that replaced Smittys called Tastywives
we didn't have to interview, they just let us in
tastywives was run by this big burly Russian woman with hair on her arms and a crooked smile
she had stubble
anyways, we go there, our first day
we basically fuck around with the equipment in the kitchen, Ryan gets a slow cooker and throws it out the window for some reason
Sid gets a bunch of rice in a sock, puts it in the microwave until it's scalding and proceeds to beat Ryan up with it
I sit at one of the tables making a small city out of mashed potatoes
while this is happening mrs. tastywife is saying stuff like "why do this? you do not understand perils I go throughout to get into this country. I want to start business and be happy"
ryan is still on the floor, passed out, covered in third degree burns from accidentally coating his face in liquid hot scrambled eggs and rapidly losing blood
Sid is in the corner making five alarm chili
mrs tastywife begins to cry and I get up from my chair
I say, "I know what will make you feel better."
I go to the jukebox and I put on sweet home alabama
she begins to cry and she hugs me
she absolutely reeks of raw veal but I endure her stench
the dream ends