Okay, so let's start.
I was in the cafeteria, and I had to go to the restroom, so I got up and walked out into the hall. I past Mr. Jones, my one teacher, and he gave me his usual glare. I walked to a diagonal wall, which really there is a mural on, and the restroom is farther down, but in my dream, it's on the diagonal wall.
So, I walk in, and it's like a long hall, with only one window all the way at the top on the far wall (it has a very high ceiling) and it's both a boy and girl restroom. There two rows of toilets in the middle, back to back, and they are filled with people.
So I go to the back, with one toilet to the right of me against the wall, and another in the middle facing left. I sit on the one facing left, and there's this dude that I really don't like.(He asked me out last week, then two hours later, he calls me a bitch, and he keeps touching me, even though I've told him plenty of times before to stop!)
Anyway, he gives me this creepy smile, and then, out of nowhere, I pull out this big brown sack, (my pants are magically back on!) put it over his head, throw him over my head, on the ground, and start kicking him! After awhile, and a couple more throws over my head, I pull him out of the sack, and his head is on only by the skin on the left and right side of his neck.
Then, all of a sudden, his body just disappears (by the way, I don't find any of this odd.) And I put his head on this other chick in my school's lap, (who just appeared on the toilet on the right wall) I tell her to check his pulse, and even though she's the one checking it, I feel it.
She says it's going really fast ( by the way, we're not talking, we just know what the other is saying.) Then, he's dead.
I run in the hall and tell Mr. Jones, he ignores me, then I tell my uncle, who lives in Virginia, and he's at my grandma's house, he ignores me.
So his funeral is the next day, it's held in the middle of the street, across from the mall. I'm walking on the sidewalk and I tell this random old black guy about all of this, and I wake up. (here's the weirdest part) For a split second, I think the dream was real, and I really killed him, but I was happy... yeah. I laughed.