I dreamt that I had to go back to college. In the dream, my CLEP tests were revoked, so I still had another two semesters to complete before obtaining my Bachelor's degree. Remedy (the place where I work) sent me back to Bethel to finish school.
When I arrived, I found that all of my classes took place in the same classroom, which looked like the living room of a middle-class home. The room was inside of a fairly small building, which was about the size of a house. I had five classes, most of which were general education classes. In the dream, I went through all of the classes in seemingly real time (though each class was only about 10 minutes). The only professor I recognized was Maralee Crandon, and she was teaching a general English course (which I felt overqualified for, though I still had fun with Maralee). The only student I knew in any of my classes was Dori Walterhouse, with whom I talked for a while after my final class, which was Chemistry 101. I told her that I lived in Fort Wayne and wasn't looking forward to the drive home, for it was snowing heavily outside. She told me that I could spend the night in the Bethel classroom in which we were standing. That sounded interesting to me. Dori left, and everyone else had gone, so I walked over to the couch in the classroom and went to sleep.
I was awakened by a clatter. I jumped to my feet and saw that Brittany Baughman (my brother Matt's wife) had walked and asked me to help her. I asked for specifics, but she just motioned for me to follow her.
She led me up a flight of stairs and into a room. In the center of the room was a dead pig, and the white walls were covered in its blood. A teenage girl stood above the pig. Her head was bowed and her eyes were closed, and she was mumbling some weird chant. Brittany and I tried reviving her, but she wouldn't respond. Then I picked up her shoulders and Brittany grabbed ahold of her feet and we carried her downstairs.
When we made it down, we heard a screech come from the basement. We opened the door to the basement stairway and out flew hundreds of bats. Brittany dropped her glove down the stairs and asked if I could get it for her.
I went down and found another Brittany there, pale and shivering. I looked back up as the healthy Brittany closed the door. Sick Brittany and I were in complete darkness. I put my hand into the glove that I had been ordered to fetch and, using that hand, I felt about the room until I found glass. I pulled my arm back and punched the glass as hard as I could, and I managed to bust a hole in it.
I cleared enough room in the window for me to fit through.
Then I awoke.
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