Dreamed about being in a middle school or high school English class with a male teacher. I slept through most of the class before beginning and cleaning out my things to begin work. The teacher was male. He was a cool and relaxed person. While looking online what the thing we were writing is, I found Angie's profile on a certain website describing it. Apparently this has been done before. We take an enemy and describe what the motive the hero in any particular story should or does have for fighting the enemy. I hug the teacher at some point during the class before another student does as well. He comes up to me in the dark and says all the other students are cowards or followers but I'm myself. Some students try to distract me by inviting me to their Minecraft server. I'm harsh and destroy the invitation. I have a group of girl friends always crowding my desk. I sit at a desk labeled Leah, but it's supposedly okay. I had no shirt on at first, but put one on soon. ...Lead into a building under the guise of helping with a film. The structure is tens of floors tall. At the highest floor, a group of young boys leads me. I pay one on the head and tell him he's cute before I fall under in the hallway. I awake to torture ...The second time around I avoid the torture, but they recognize that I'm trying to escape and some of the boys grapple me. I throw myself over the side of the building down five floors at a time to land on my side with the grappler underneath me in the rain. There are too many boys and it isn't effective enough. I'm tortured in the end.