There's a young, white, blond male teaching the class. He has MAJOR attitude problems and he's a poor teacher to boot. He's writing on the board but no one can read what he's written. No one understands anything he's saying either. He's doing all of this with a smug self-satisfied "I'm better than you are and you just have to sit there and take it" attitude.
Basically, this person in my dream is a conglomeration of every athletics coach who also had to teach an academic course. He's more of one and less of another, but he's definitely an archetype of several football/basketball coaches I had to put up with in junior high and high school.
So, in my dream this guy is going on and on and still no one understands him. Other students - outside of my field of vision and not representative of any particular individuals - are getting annoyed and begin to groan and complain. I quickly become enraged. No simple annoyance this, I'm blood-boiling out-of-my-mind angry. I confront the teacher and demand that he teach properly or quit being such an ass or something and he responds with the same attitude of snobbery and abuse of power.
Quickly, I grab him by the throat and throw him to the floor. I can see my hands grabbing, choking, punching, and I can see the blood. I'm amazed at how easy it is to subdue him. Where did this strength come from? Why is he so easy to beat up. Soon he's lying on the floor and I straddle his chest. With both fists, as hard as I can, I pummel his face. Most blows land on eye sockets or on the side of his nose but some land on his mouth. He's not struggling against me, he's still trying to talk and it's all gibberish. Soon, he's soon bruised, disheveled, bleeding, and unconscious.
There's blood on my hands. I stand up and collect myself. There were many witnesses to what happened . I feel an overwhelming sense of dread because of the punishment that will be doled out to me for what I've done. I don't feel sorry for becoming violent, rather I feel very relieved, I'm only dreading being punished. Soon, someone leaves the room to inform the Principal of what has happened. I sit back down at my desk and begin to contemplate being arrested and eventually incarcerated. Soon, someone returns from the Principal's office with this message: "This is his busy time of day and he can't deal with you right now. He says you should just go home."
I'm somewhat relieved because I know I won't be punished immediately. I think for a moment that I may not be punished at all. Maybe I'll get away with it because the person I beat up was so universally disliked.
I gather my things and begin to walk home. My surroundings as I'm walking are featureless: there's little more than a gravel path, everything else is featureless and gray. Someone is tagging along with me as I walk. This person is a friend but not representative of any real person. The friend following me home has a camera and wants to take my picture so that the media will have an image of what I looked like right after the assault. I don't want my picture taken and I'm trying to keep my head covered or to face away from him. This goes on for a few minutes and the dream ends.
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