Nightmares

The first nightmare I had last night was that I was back at CVS, my first school and a massive building, the largest high school in Chicago. I was walking from the parking lot through the lawn. All the students were milling their way in when all of a sudden bombs started falling from the sky. Kids were blown apart everywhere. We all started running towards the school, desperate to get inside. Once inside we could here screaming from outside. The principal was handing out guns and all of a sudden the front door looked like the door to a castle. The door was shaking. The last thing I remember was two students waiting for the door to break down. They were carrying flame throwers.

The next dream that I had was much worse. Behind ACE is a long stretch of empty land where the Robert Taylor homes used to be. In my dream I "woke up" and I was lying on the floor of my classroom. All the books and posters were strewn everywhere. I walked around but the school was empty. I couldn't see except by moonlight that was coming into all the windows. I walked to the backdoor and could see something, and heard a moaning. I walked out into the moonlit field. There was a very tall cast iron fence dividing the field in half. It went on for miles and ended at ACE. The fence was about 10ft high, and made of iron spikes. On each spike was an impaled student, as far as the eye could see. I ran as fast as I could until I reached the fence. Looking up I saw the lifeless face of one of my favorite students. Other students were moaning louder, begging for me to help them. They were too high for me to lift them off of the fence, so I tried to shake it, which hur tthe students but I hope I could pull the pickets off and let the students totter on the spear and pivot to the ground, like a reverse pole vaulter. I reached into my pocket and pulled out a handful of allen wrenches, but none of them fit the hole. I kept running, looking for the right wrench to unattach the picket from the supports. But the students kept dying until I started crying, and sat down with blood dripping onto me from above.