The start of the dream wasn't much of a nightmare, more of a farce. raddidge had the opportunity to attend a girls-only gaming convention. I decided to tag along, pretending to be a girl wearing my black hoodie. It was pulled over my beard so no one would be the wiser. Eventually it dawned on me that everyone would smell something fishy because I didn't have tits. When I caught up with raddidge, she said I could borrow two of her shirts and her bra to pretend to have tits.
At the convention, everyone was staring at me like they could see through my ruse. I realized that my beard wasn't covered and I was a fat, ugly, hairy man-girl wandering around this females-only convention. Exit stage left.
Across the street was my first high school, the one I left to attend the school I graduated from in June of 1989. Lots of kids were milling around the parking lot, smoking under trees and generally being a source of menace. Taking a deep breath, I went into the building. The halls were packed full of kids, some clutching books and avoiding eye contact while others were on the prowl looking to see who showed weakness. I ended up shadowing these two punks who were acting friendly with a pale, doughy guy. Once they lured him over to an alcove with an elevator door. That's when their mood changed and they started prodding and goading the kid to get on all fours and push down on the floor of the opened elevator. When he pushed down, the elevator trembled then shot upwards cutting off his head. Back in the shadows, I saw a bunch of other headless corpses piled against a door. When the elevator came down again, they got out a stool and crushed the head like a nut.

Johnathan Dayton High School is a terrible school.