I'm a middle schooler. Adults seem to treat me fake. They all think I'm autistic or retarded. I wear my suicide mentha shirt and go to school. I get into a fight with the wrong person in lunch and try to start an army with a video projection into a wall. It's probably very over for me. Two rivals and old friends battle for succeeding to the presidency. Exploring the region. Borderlands. One of the usual repeating dreams involved my elementary school. The wash had turned into tunnels, the hallways grew claustrophobic as you lowered from building to building. I forget about classes and fail them. I get into fights. I think about dying and tell the teachers very honestly what I'm thinking as they treat me like a baby. I start a cult. The other dream involved two men. Both sides, in the period of a president or leader of whatever country dying, sought to succeed. In that context I explored on my bicycle wastelands of the countryside and parks. Through mountains, bushes, hills, brush, and trees. Maybe somewhat like Borderlands. You would meet some interesting characters as you explored. I always have the ability to save and rewind time in my dreams, as well as to go through walls, so I used that regularly. I remember herds of animals running through open prairies and hiding behind them and latching on to cross the area. I remember a masked man aiming his pistol at me after dismounting his motorcycle.