The teacher's assistant [we don't have one in waking life] came down the stairs. I remember he was a large, fat man... reminded me of the guy who taught Health & Nutrition last quarter [another class I didn't do too well in]. He was carrying a book and some papers and I realized that it was a copy of the final exam. He was going to tell them how to solve all the questions on the final! I was definitely going to stay now!

Suddenly, they noticed I was sitting there and told me to leave so they could study. Leave? But I needed to study too! No. They wouldn't let me. "Your grades are too good. We get the answers because we can't keep up any other way." I was shocked. "But, my grades are terrible in this class! They started out okay... but now I don't understand a thing!" They didn't believe me and didn't want me there. Well, I refused to leave so I lay down on the bench seat. The TA gathered everyone around him and started whispering the answers to them. This made me so furious! I needed those answers just as badly as anyone else there!

Blackout.

The oak tree from before was on a lower corner of a long field. It was a grey day outside and none of the other trees had leaves, so I'm guessing it was winter... but there was no snow on the ground... in fact, the ground was dry and it wasn't cold outside.

Anyway.

The field was rectangular... as in... I was standing in a corner, and I could see the other corner to my left [maybe 40 feet away]... but then it went up a slight rise and I couldn't see what was on the far side in front of me. It looked like an abandoned field because the ground was hard and there were a few trees, huge boulders, and stones strewn about.

Just in front of me, and to the left, was an outside craft fair. I walked towards it and suddenly, it turned into a big store... with rows of shelves, much like a larger version of the curio-shop from before.

I was browsing around when I passed a baby boy [maybe barely 1 year old] sitting in a shopping cart crying. I felt sorry for it so I smiled and made some baby noises at it. It stopped crying when it saw me. I touched his nose and he laughed. I said, "Where's your mommy, little one?" I looked over to my left and saw it's mother watching me in fascination. I laughed at the kid and said, "Oh, there she is!" I smiled at the mother and walked away... as I did, the baby started crying again. The mother stopped me and asked if I wouldn't mind watching her kid for a while. Sure, why not.

She handed me the baby and I kept looking around the store a bit with the kid on my hip just smiling. The dream fritzed out a second and suddenly I had acquired another baby... this one a black kid the same age as the white one.

As I reached another row, I put the black baby down for a second to reposition them. As I was holding the white baby, it said something. I stopped in shock and held it out at arms length to look at it. "What?" Okay... babies aren't supposed to be able to talk at that age. I was freaked.

It didn't reply but, then I heard the black baby say something. I looked down and, as I did, the white baby said something and we started having a conversation. They told me that they were brothers and being hunted because they were "chosen." If they were caught, they would be sacrificed.

Oh... great.

About that time, I found a long, pointed cone-shaped stick... maybe a foot and a half long. They told me to hang onto it because it had power.

Suddenly, the store was gone and we were standing in the middle of the field. A set of three waves of rippling blue energy came at us from over the hill and hit us full force. I stumbled and the two babies glowed blue as it passed over them. "He's found us!" I was confused. "He who?"

"The Rogue Spirit! Quickly! We have to run!"

I understood that the energy was like a magical sonar system and would help the Rogue Spirit locate the babies. I picked them up and ran towards the oak tree... which had turned into a tall spire with a platform on the top and wooden stairs spiraling up to it. As I ran, another wave of blue energy came from over the rise in the field. I ducked behind a large boulder and it passed around us harmlessly. As soon as I could, I started running again. Another wave came at us. I jumped up and it passed beneath me. I kept running. The two babies and the wooden cone were making running difficult. Another blue wave came at us and I jumped onto the lower platform of the spire.

In the distance, I could see a man and his followers [all 13-14 years old] walking in the direction of the spire. It was the Rogue Spirit. I climbed up about half way and hid. The Rogue Spirit spoke to his followers as he started to climb the spire. I scrambled up to the top of the spire and hid. The top platform was circular... maybe five feet in diameter and, attached to it were a bunch of those sharp cones... all different sizes and all facing up... looking like an old ship's crow's nest.

Suddenly, I understood that all the cones represented spirits that the renegade had killed in his search for power. As the renegade got halfway up the spire, he realized that we were up there. He blasted his followers and then the "dream camera" zoomed in on one of the kids who screamed in delight as he morphed into a werelion and his scream turned into a roar.

The kids started attacking us and I grabbed the cone I had been carrying and started using it like a knife, swinging it at them. Once I cut them, they'd disappear. Finally, the Rogue Spirit appeared and I swung the cone at him, just barely slicing his chest. He grinned at me and swung at me with his claws.

...then... the phone rang and I jumped a good two feet into the air. *mutters*