I was going about something that looked like a private university, going from campus buildings back and forth... apparently on a predetermined schedule that I intuitively knew... there where cohorts from the past that appeared in various places... one was interested to note that a certain highschool comrade was a professor in a class at some location, although in real life he is a motocross dirtbike person.
The end of the dream was the most profound, I ended up knowing I was late for a vital class, and as I walked by a certain familiar face he said, 'are you going to plead guilty?' and I smiled and answered, 'yes'.
I entered the classroom in the nick of time just before it was automatically locked behind me. To my surprise the place was full of LA-looking gangsters speaking eubonics at me and looking very angry.
I knew I was supposed to be in this class but I knew I wasn't welcome, I looked at the teacher who just sighed and looked at the floor...
Then I said, fine, if you must kill me, then do it... and the whole class rose and proceeded to beat me to death. My dreams are normally very lucid and it was very painful. The speed of their blows was incredible. I grabbed one of them and said, 'you are guilty of murder'... then I heard an ethereal voice and a chorus behind it say, 'in war there is no murder' and then I was transported from the place and it seemed as if I were dead and going on to some sort of next existence... and then I woke up... and very dissappointed to find it wasn't real.
