Here's a dream I had a while back, and it confused the hell out of me, so here goes:
I was in a college class, not sure which one it was, but we had to bring in $85 for something. Being relatively poor, I couldn't bring in four 20's and a 5, so it was a mix of bills for me. The teacher wouldn't take it, since "there were too many five's," so I told him off, grabbed my stuff, and walked out of the classroom.
Down the hall I hear some guy yelling to me, so I stop and turn around. He explains that he's an upper classman and wants to talk to me about what happened in there, so we go into a random math class and sit down. He talks to me about having to deal with stupid crap like that, and I listen intently, maintaining eye contact. Once he's done, he asks why I got up and left. I start talking and explaining my side, but he's too busy checking out girls in the class to pay attention, so I just get up and start to walk out. He tries to stop me, and that's where I remember it more detailed.
"No, you're too busy trying to hook up with them to listen, so I'm out of here." Me
"Dude, look, I can do that and listen at the same time, it's a skill you pick up in college..."
"Shut up!" The whole class is looking at us now. "I've had enough of your crap, so just leave me alone."
"What's going on over here?" Mrs. Pierce, my high school Geometry teacher, and apparently the teacher of the math class, asked.
"Guy says I"m not listening, but I'm trying to help him change so he can get used to-"
"Excuse me? This is young man is a much better person than you are, so you don't get to try and change him. Now get out of my classroom." He walks out as I wonder why she stood up for me. "You can stay in here until the class is over, so you'll lose him in the crowd."
"Thanks." I pick a random seat and sit for what feels like a few minutes before class ends and we all walk out. Heading to some stairs, I see my high school Chemistry and Physics teacher, Mr. Tilton, and we exchange quick hello's. Going down the stairs, I pass my high school Latin teacher, Mr. Williams.
"Hey, Mr. Williams." He hears me but doesn't know where I am among the crowd, so he stops on the stairs.
"Freddie? Which direction are you?" I look up from the set of stairs going down.
"Well, I'm on your left now." He looks down the stairs and we wave at each other before walking on.
*Weird dream, I know, and it made no sense to me*