I dreamed about my high school class today. The school psychologist came to our lesson. At some point, two priests showed up, and the teacher, along with the psychologist, ran to the psychologist's office. The priests chased after them because they had come to play with them (rap. yooo yooo- you know, banned word). One mischievous classmate also ran after them, and then policemen ran after them in the hallway to catch them.
Everything happened very quickly. Some of the classmates went into that room, but there was another door slightly ajar, and everyone was afraid to go in. Everyone was shouting one by one: 'Cut them off!'
There was a bathtub in the corner, and suddenly one of the classmates started breaking eggs into it, and then everyone followed suit, and soon everything was spilling all over the floor. The end. The ending is funny. :D
I grew up in Poland. Want me to add something? Beatings from my brother, mother, neighborhood, school, employers, university, the country... Then, during my studies, I got sick after a vaccine, had an accident, got cancer, had to undergo surgery, then almost died, needed another surgery, but now I feel great—I'm not even 30 yet. Everything passes. I didn’t list everything. With each hit, you become stronger, but before that, you have to suffer a bit—whether you do it to yourself or someone else does it to you. Don’t collect poo. >> http://sasana.wikidot.com/depresja U can browse it in the English version quickly.