I woke up from a dream. A dream that made my heart race when I gained consciousness.
It was about me being in a corrupted school system. The school had a “terrorist” man in its administration. I somehow instinctively linked him to the Taliban.
One day, I go against the “terrorist” school official (I do not know exactly his position).
I seemed to tell what I witnessed because the next scene was I am accompanied by two girls who appeared to be my courageous friends. We were taking pictures of the messy scene left. I couldn’t really describe what a horrible situation it was.
The enemy found out what we were doing with my friends and there was a hunt for us going on. My hiding now is in the middle of the group of “slave” men – they are “army” of the “terrorist” man who are doing the hunting while the man himself are just waiting for us to come with our hands tied behind our back and to be executed.
Despite how it could only take one turn of a head to see me, I got away from the hunters. I am now pleading a house to let me in. It was situated in an isolated place, in a mountain. A woman hurriedly and cautiously assisted me inside. There is also a man, who seemed to be saddened that this happen, again? I told the story and suggested they helped me to exposed the “terrorist” to the school committee but they disagreed.
Then it hit me real hard when they told me that the people who1 I trusted, those other teachers I respected, were as corrupted as he is. They knew all along what is going on and they let it to happen and not because they are threatened but out of their willingness to cooperate themselves. And I saw them in my head one by one, turned into a smirking evil persons from their holier selves that I used to believe they were.
The man and woman who helped me were like the usual people who helped the victims who went against those “terrorists”. It seemed also that they have already planned on how to take down the current government(?) since a very long time ago. I do not know why it went from a mere corrupted school to a worse scenario.
I roamed the porch. It was so quiet. I was alone in the house. Not long after, the woman arrived pantingly and gave me a letter. She smiled, as if the letter contained a very good news. Then I woke up . . .
I wonder what the letter said.