Bullying at the School of Warcraft

This dream was kind of fun really. At least at first. It should have been more fun, considering how I was laughing through at least half of it. Or was I? Even I'm not sure about that.

I was attending a school of some sort... all taking place in my favorite game, World of Warcraft. I believe it WAS the game, in a way. I was a druid, learning about the art of shapeshifting, how to work with nature to perform intense healing spells, and how to devise energy from the sun and moon to weave powerful offensive attacks. My best friend, Bree, was a rogue; she was taught the ways of the shadows and how to remain unseen even in daylight, how to create deadly poisons to apply to her blades, and a perfect knowledge of anatomy to ensure her dagger never missed its mark. We were already at the top of our classes. We knew almost everything there was to know, and were at the highest levels of learning. There was something new in the lesson plans, however.

There was a new class forming, about space. Not just the universe itself, but a new gathering of dust and clouds and swirling mists that no one understood. There had been four full books written about it, in a small mini-series, and copies were flying off the shelf as everyone rushed to learn all about this phenomenon before attending class. I had ventured over to the library to pick up a copy myself, though I only got about halfway through the first book (in the course of about three minutes) and had to stop because class would be starting soon.

Bree was supposed to be in class with me. It was to take place in the Shrine of Seven Stars, upstairs to the left in a small room just before the portal room. It was extremely well-lit, with desks and chairs and an old-fashioned chalkboard. The teacher's desk sat at the front of the room, and it seemed to be your typical school setting. I was the first to arrive, and seeing no one else around, I went in search of Bree.

I knew many places she might have been. I thought that perhaps she would be completing a quest, and I would most likely find such a quest on a Hero's Call Board. I decided the fastest way to find her would be to pick up the quest myself. Unfortunately, out in the Shrine, I had no idea where a Call Board might be. I jumped off the side of a balcony, shapeshifting into a large bird as I did so, and glided down to the lower levels of the building. There was a small garden here, with what I thought would have been a Call Board, but had no quests for me. I was lucky enough to run into the King of Stormwind, and being as well known for my deeds as I was, I was able to talk to him and he directed me to Stormwind, where he knew there would be a quest for me on the Call Board there. I thanked him and turned back into my natural human form (though in the game I am a night elf). I pulled a small cloak out of my bags and set it about my shoulders, feeling a certain power emanating from the runes embroidered into it with magick. I held my hands up in front of me, and felt energy running through my entire body, and I felt myself willing it to coalesce into a portal between the lands. The energy was coming from the cape, I knew, allowing me to teleport myself to Stormwind (typically only mages had the knowledge of teleportation, but being as crafty as I was, I had my ways around). In the blink of an eye and a sudden burst of heat, I was standing in the mage quarter of Stormwind. I removed the cape, put it away, and headed to the Call Board of the trade district.

Here, I found the quest she must have accepted. It wasn't a hard one, but had a decent gold reward, so I quickly completed it and used my Hearthstone to teleport me back to the Shrine. The teleportation was much the same as with the cape, but the energy this time emanated from the stone.

The turn in was to the King himself, and as I arrived and flew down to the garden again, there she was, my Bree, talking and laughing with the king. Turning into myself once more, I turned in my quest and reminded Bree of our class. She said she knew, and had just one last task to complete before she headed that direction. I wished her luck, then turned to head up the stairs towards the classroom. Smiling and waving, we parted. She used her rogue abilities to stealth into the shadows, and even having been around her for years, after such a distance even I couldn't tell where she had gone.

Back at the classroom, other students were beginning to arrive as well. A few were talking about one boy in particular, who they knew had already read all four books and was most likely the most well-read one of us all. A few of us wondered if he would be attending the class at all, knowing all that he did. One boy in the front row stated that he would in fact be showing up, in three, two, one... and right at that moment, the very boy we had talked about walked in the door. It was amazing.

I went and sat in my seat, waiting for class to start and waiting for Bree. The chairs began to fill, the teacher entered and sat at his desk waiting for the bell, and I stood up and poked my head out the door to see if she was nearby. Not seeing her, I walked back towards the chairs just as the bell rang. A few minutes passed and the teacher still sat at his desk, seemingly oblivious to his class. I wondered out loud where she could be, and the same boy in the front row stated that she would be arriving in three, two one... and right at that moment, she walked in. I was excited that the kid was so intuitive (or psychic?) and me and Bree rushed towards each other laughing and hugging and just glad to both be in the same place again.

We sat at our desks, and everyone was waiting patiently for the teacher (though everyone was talking, of course). Bree and I were in the same row, but she was a few seats ahead of me. We were having our own conversation, and at one point she said to me, "I got your back." So the boy behind me, out loud for the entire class to hear, says "If she's got your back, I'll get your front..." and holds his hands out around my shoulders and in front of me, making squeezing gestures without actually touching me. The entire class was all staring now and laughing hysterically. I chuckled along with them, with a look of amusement on my face, shaking my head as if to note that it would NEVER happen.

But then the boys continued to make jokes. He continued to say annoying, sarcastic, perverted comments, aimed at me, and those comments slowly became condescending and hurtful. I was being targeted for all these hateful things, being called names and made fun of for nearly everything about myself. It got old REALLY fast, and I was no longer amused. Unfortunately the entire class was still laughing, some of the students jumping up and down, some of them yelling and motivating him to continue on with this degradation. I didn't want to embarrass myself in front of the class any more than he had already done for me, so I just smiled and laughed along with everyone else, though I could feel the tears welling up in my eyes. Before long, I was crying. But as long as that smile remained on my face, it was as if no one could tell the difference. Or, no one cared to see it for what it really was.

After what seemed like an hour of torture, the teacher stood up and announced when our next class would be, and said that when the bell rang in a few minutes we could leave. I don't know what kind of class he was trying to teach where he sits back and lets a student get picked on right in front of him... but all the same, I was ready to get out of there. Bree went over and talked to the teacher, and I could tell that whatever was being said was making her angry. The bell soon rang and the rest of the class bustled to get to their next destinations. Bree and I stayed behind for a few minutes and I asked her what happened. She was explaining, as we slowly walked down the hallway, how she had gone to the teacher to ask if she had been marked as late to class and if there was anything she could do to change that. The teacher had flat out told her that he marked her as absent, and that there was nothing she could do. She was pissed off, and I could tell by looking at her daggers that she was planning something. She had them enchanted with spells that would help her strikes do more damage than the blades would do on their own, and I noted a fresh coat of poisons on the tips. She said she had some attendance logs to attend to, and as I chuckled at her pun, she wrapped herself in darkness, and I caught one last glint of light reflecting off a blade before she disappeared.

The Raid (And Stuff...)

In this dream, I know it had to have something to do with how much I've been playing World of Warcraft lately. But at the same time, you just have to know how much I believe that my dreams are telling me something. And what better way to tell me something, than by using material that I am comfortable with and close to?

So it starts out in this raid. It has got to be at least a 40-man raid; there were SO many people there! We were all running down long hallways, but it was outdoors. There was just one way forward and one way back, and the lot of us were following our two "tanks," which were just two guys with shields. The raid was probably only about halfway through when one of our tanks realized he had to leave. He didn't even bother to tell us before he left, and in an instant he was gone, and the raid halted. We were all wondering what happened, but we knew we needed a new tank. We couldn't do this with just one tank, after all.

While a few people at the front were pulling out their cell phones and seeing who they could find to fill in, a few of us in the middle were getting restless. Myself, my hubby, my friend... let's just call him Jax... and someone else who looked familiar but I couldn't quite place them. We said that we could probably find a faster way to skip to the end of the raid, and that it would probably be a fun adventure to try. So we stepped out of the mass of raiders and through a small alleyway in the side of the hall. I swear it wasn't there until we decided to venture out on our own...

We were suddenly along the side of a fast-paced highway at night, with bright city lights illuminating the streets and tall buildings to either side. We decided to split up and look for someone to help us get to the end, and so hubby and I went one way and Jax and the other person went the other way. We all had our cell phones and said that we'd keep in touch as we went.

Hubby and I traveled to a toll booth and hubby started up a conversation with the person inside, trying to find clues to get us to the end. I got a phone call from Jax saying that he lost his partner but it was going to be alright, because he knew how to get to the end from where he was! He was going to head that direction now, and he hoped we found our way too. He was going to meet us at the finish! My phone died just then, so he called hubby's. Hubby answered it, talked for a moment, then handed it to me while laughing. I took it as a good sign that not only did he laugh about it, but he had no problem handing the phone to me to keep talking to Jax. Good friendships that last, approved by the hubby! Haha.

Well anyways, we continued on. Hubby got caught up with something and told me to go on ahead, he would handle business here and meet me at the end. So I quickly sent out an SOS text to my driver friend (didn't even realize I had a driver friend...) and he came drifting to a halt directly in front of me only seconds after my text rang out. I jumped in the car, and we were already racing down the street before I could even get my seatbelt on... and I knew I was going to want that seatbelt! This guy was an insane driver, and although he could get you where you wanted to go quickly, it would not be without a few bumps and jumps along the way. I hated the jumps... vehicles were not made to fly just yet.

We were almost there, when the vehicle was attacked. We were thrown off course, and ended up flying into the side of a department store. The car hit a water fountain, and despite the seatbelts, driver and I went sailing forward into some clothing racks. Driver had a cup of water that splashed all down one of the strapless summer dresses on display, and the owner of the store came rushing over to reprimand us. All the women who worked here were high-class prissy bitc---well, they were not very friendly.

I didn't understand what was going on, and why the owner was screaming at driver because of the harmless cup of water, and not because of the car in her fountain or the hole in her wall... Regardless of her reasoning, she had left me out of it. I was free to wander the store. I didn't get far though, because those summer dresses had caught my attention. I'm not usually one to gawk at dresses, but I wished I could wear one. They were strapless and the bottoms flared out, so I knew they'd be fun to twirl in (one of the best parts to any dress is if the bottom flares out when you twirl!). They were simple designs in green, red, purple, and blue, all with a sheer white fabric overtop. I couldn't help but stay still and just stare at them.

Suddenly I was brought out of my trance when a small white dog ran up to me. It had medium-length curly fur, with a few black spots here and there. She was a tiny little thing, no bigger than a loaf of bread. Her owner, I noticed, was a girl I used to know, though I couldn't remember her name. I just knew that I had known her from somewhere. She laughed and said that her dog was always running off and making friends, and I just sat there petting the dog and laughing along with her owner.

There was someone else who began to laugh as well, and I turned to my left to see none other than Ellen Degeneres, wearing a gray suit, laying across a white couch. She was watching the dog, and looked up at me exclaiming how adorable it was, and asking if she could hold her. I told her the dog was not mine, and nodded towards my friend, who gave permission for Ellen to pick up the dog. After a few minutes of petting and licking the owner called the dog back over to her, so she could show us all her trick.

The little dog laid down on her back, and her owner carefully balanced a small dog treat on the dog's nose. The dog laid there and balanced it perfectly! She then flipped her nose up, the treat went flying, and it came back down directly into her mouth. What a trick! Then, for whatever reason, someone decided to throw a hamburger at the dog. It hit the dog's stomach and bounced upwards. The dog was shocked and jumped up, and when the hamburger came crashing back down on top of the dog, the dog jumped in fright. She jumped so high that she was flying across the room, and everyone stood up in alarm, ready to catch the dog. But she landed safely in Ellen's arms, knocking Ellen back down on the couch. To top it all off, just after being caught, the dog turned her head just right to catch the hamburger. She set the burger down on top of Ellen's head, and the entire room erupted in laugher and applause.

I'm not sure how long I was there just hanging out with Ellen and the dog, but after a while I knew I had to go. I had friends and a hubby to meet up with! I waved goodbye with a smile and walked out the door, down the road about a block, then turned down an alley to find the end of the raid, right in front of me. I pulled out my phone to call the others, but before I could dial I looked up to see hubby and Jax walking towards me, talking and laughing. They saw me and waved, and I ran over to meet them. We stared at the end of the raid, proud of reaching it together, just the three of us.

That was it. We made it, and I woke up. =)