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I was on some kind of quest. The whole classroom was flooded to the ceiling with water, but we were all swimming in it with our uniform on. There was a fish tank, filled with dirt and plants. I instructed everybody to do a lab on it, and it wasn’t normal dirt and plants. You could flip the dirt over, and the plants and dirt would still be in one piece. Then I was in my backyard, but it wasn’t my normal backyard. It was scary, a giant meadow. The doors to back inside were glass, and were creepily beckoning. When I was done collecting fruits in the meadow, I ran -of course, very slowly, because in my dreams, I am cursed to run at a frighteningly slow pace- to the doors, but I almost didn’t make it.
As I approached, one door creaked closed with a slam. Just as the other door copied the first one, I dove through the increasingly narrow opening. I barely made it. I went back to the classroom, and everybody loved the lab. As I was holding my magic wand, –a pencil with a pink eraser- it dropped into the now-full-of-water tank with dozens of other pencils. I picked up the tank with amazing strength, and tipped it upside down. The pencils rolled out past me, taunting me with imaginary laughter as they slid to the classroom floor. I swam to the bottom, looking for it, but another student found it first and held it up in triumph. They handed it to me, and I noticed the pencil’s eraser was no longer hot pink, but an orange salmon color; a mark to never forget this adventure