School was now in session.
I enter the brick building and give out a loud sigh, yep just another boring school.
I head to my english class and simply talk to my freind the whole time.
Ding, ding the bell rings and I walk to my next class unprepared for what was next.
Walking down the hallway talking to friends and being annoyed with the crowd I get there as fast as possible.
It"s very strange.
This class is all the way at the other end of the school, in a dark corner.
I enter the room and it"s like no other classroom I"ve ever seen before.
This classroom is filled with stuff that looks like it comes from a Harry Potter movie.
The teacher even looks like some kind of mystic.
We all sit down and focus our attention to this strange female teacher wearing a wiches hat.
She pulls out books covered in skin and gold leaflet with engraved lettering and hands them to all of us.
She then makes my friend who was next to me read the first page then asks me to read on and I finished the page.
She then waves a wand over her desk and smoke starts to bellow.
We all start to hear a horse.
The smoke clears and there apears to be a tiny horse that seems injured laying on her desk.
The smallest horse I"ve ever seen lays there thriving in pain and struggling for air.
She then reaches over and starts to poor a liquid from a vile into its mouth.
She says awaken.
You can make it, to the horse.
She even has a name for it.
Shortly after it dies then vaporizes and dissapears.
I was so shocked to see this.
It looked so real.
Some of the other students that were veterans did not seem as shocked as me and my new friends.
The teacher then says its all magic with realy good math and I shout out ya It"s fake, It"s just magic.
Everyone stared at me with the same confused look on their faces, but the veterans.
The teacher walks over to me and says come sit down over here.
She sits me in front of this TV without a pichure tube and says stare into the TV.
I follow her directions and start to feel strange.
Then the TV starts playing scenes of my life as if someone was watching and recording me.
The strange feeling goes away and I look at her and say what was that.
She said you always felt like there was more to life then what was there.
The bell rings for lunch and I walk out of the classroom perplexed and astonished.....
I wake and the dream is over.
then i start to write it down. (Manipulating Code With Mind)