Dream of high school

I seemed to be in my high school, strolling through the corridors between classes, a wall of broken chatter emanating endlessly from the students who filled the halls. When I entered the principal’s office, I noticed it was filled with large, powerful looking boys who had the build of football players, with their wide set shoulders and corded forearms. Curiously enough, they were donning boxing gloves, which was common, as the coaches of our football team were known to make the player’s compete in boxing matches during the off season. Instantly, I wanted to fight them, but their sheer size belayed the foolishness of that decision. 

Nevertheless, I couldn’t resist. I marched into the fray, instantly gaining their attention, as the seven of them flexed their thick necks while looking up or turning their respective heads to face me. I spoke outside of my own volition, the thrill of adrenaline forcing out the words which heralded my impending doom.

“So what do you guys say to five on one?”

Smiles cracked through their stern faces as they rose to my challenge. And then, I became lucid. 

These guys were fucked. I jumped forward and sunk my hands into the principal’s large mahogany work desk, the fingers splintering the wood underneath my superhuman grip. A roar escaped my lips as I heaved the entire desk into the air and smashed it down onto the five challengers in front of me. They had barely scrambled to get up, and I had already broken then paltry mortal forms. 

I turned to face the last two attackers, who were lunging toward me, but then dispatched them as well by hurling what remained of the shattered desk as the cracking of their bones mixed in with the groans of the degenerating wood.

Then some shit happened and I woke up

I’ve only been home for one day and I already had a lucid dream! This break is going to be awesome.