This is a dream I had a while back, but it still weirds me out.
At first, I was sleeping in my bed at my student apartment, and this guy (who I dislike very much) stood beside my bed and said: "You will never achieve anything in your life. You are a failure of a human-being." I just rolled over and replied sleepily: "I knew that already."
I find this scene a bit pointless, but I'll type it here anyway:
Then me and my class were on a class trip at a swimming hall. In the dressing room I found this girl with rich parents and I thought that she'd give me money to help my mother (I have no idea what this means, either. I guess my mom was very sick in the dream). She just replied: "I'm not going to give you money!" My reaction was a bland, neutral "Okay."
After an uncertain time of swimming I was venturing on the hallways without a shirt, but wearing a towel on my shoulders to cover up my boobs. I entered the dressroom, but I noticed that it was the men's dressroom. There, I encountered another guy I know (this guy I don't dislike that much, but I find him a bit imitating, in a weird way).
I was all "Oh. Whoops. Wrong dressing room." and left to the right dressing room, which was for some reason, downstairs from men's dressing room.
While on the spiral stairs, I heard the guy shout: "Whoa, how flat!" I thought that he was talking about my hair, it was wet and dangling on my skull, after all.
I didn't make it to the women's dressing room, because my class had to have a meeting so fast that I didn't have time to get my shirt.
So, we meet in a large-ish, round room with chairs in it, and everybody, and I mean [i]everybody[/i], gathered around me, marvelling loudly how small my boobs are and shouting comments like "AA-cup? I didn't know that small excisted!", "They are so small!", "Can I touch them?"
At that point I realized that the guy earlier wasn't talking about my hair.
I was starting to feel anxious and uncomfortable, because I [i]still[/i] wasn't wearing a shirt and the others were [i]too close[/i]. I was just standing there, unable to do anything when someone (I still don't know who that was, but I think it was one of the few friends I really trust) grabbed my hand and started dragging me away from the room. We passed my homeroom teacher and I realized that she had done nothing to stop the crowd harrassing me.
We fled to the dressing rooms, where we had to queue for some idiotic reason. As we were standing there in the line I started having a mental breakdown and I started crying.
I've had this dream only once (thank god!), but it still made a huge impact on me: it was hard for me to get in school next day, because I knew that I'd meet the people from my dream, and I clearly recognized the voice who wanted to touch my boobs.
Sometimes I feel that my subconcious is just trolling me.