#90 “Somehow I knew the killer robot teacher was coming…”


by Scott Donaldson Illustration by Scott Donaldson

I was working in a school room. I was frantically trying to make sure that everything was tidy in there because if it wasn’t, a robot teacher would come in, destroy the classroom and try to kill me. When I heard her coming I ran away into the corridor. As I ran I could feel myself getting a nose bleed. All the other teachers and assistant walked past but no one noticed me bleeding and I passed out on the floor in the medical room.

I was still unconscious from this nose bleed but I could hear someone talking about sending me home from work and then having an interview when I returned to work. When I regained consciousness I was at home. Somehow I knew that the killer robot teacher was coming to my house and I was clearing it out when my mum came in looking for one of her hats. She looked at one on the end of my bed which was definitely mine and we argued about who the hat belonged to until she hit me and took one that was totally different and that I had never seen before. When I picked up some more hats I noticed that they all had holes in them.

Whilst I was tidying the house, my grandparents decided to visit. They brought along this woman in a wedding dress (in reality I know her, but she’s not related to me and I’ve never actually spoken to her). She was sending a text message to someone about mouse food… The robot teacher suddenly arrived. There were metal fence type things across the windows and she pulled them away and then smashed all of the windows. I couldn’t see her do all of this. I could hear the children from the class I work in reciting what happened like they were reading a story book.


#87 “It was terrifying.”

Illustration by Scott Donaldson

Editor’s note: Though I am schooling to become a teacher, this is not my dream. I give you my word.

I was teaching at a middle school in the inner city and was getting ready for the first day, having no training or lesson plan. At first I thought I was on my own but then there was a teacher there and I was just helping him out. We went around and introduced ourselves and I tried to connect with the kids and tell them what I remembered about being in 6th grade. Some of the kids were total punks and I yelled at one of them for lighting a cigarette and he threw it at me. I flipped out and reemed him out by saying that I was trying to “save his ass” and wasn’t going to get him into trouble but since he threw a lit cigarette at me I was going to take him to the office. All of a sudden he turned into this creature– I think it was something like a bear, and was trying to kill me. I ran around the school trying to hide but this bear creature and all the other punk kids were after me. I got an idea to try to drown the bear in the pool so I ran into the girls locker room to get there and was almost caught by the kids. I jumped in the deep end which was like 15ft. deep and waited for him to come in after me. There were two guys that I knew at the bottom of the pool that had oxygen tanks for me and I was trying to get to them, but was wondering why I didn’t see the bear following me. All of a sudden I looked up and he was right there and starting attacking me in the water, this is where things get hazy…. I don’t remember if I got away or not so this may have been the point where I woke up. It was terrifying.

#55: Part 2 of 3 “…[They] try to poke her with a white plastic stick”

A young woman knocks on the door of the room and asks if I know where to find “Martha (lastnamethatdoesn’tmakesense)”. I told her that Martha is on the 5th floor (while thinking to myself, “God, she must be a freshman, everyone knows that Martha is on the 5th floor”) and that she should take the elevator. I leave the room, turning around to tell two friends (the friend I kissed is gone) that I’m leaving and that I’ll be back. We walk down the hall (north) to where the elevator should be, but when we get there and turn to the left, there’s just a bigger room, a hallway of sorts with chairs and a big control panel on a pedestal that controls the elevator. It has the numbers 1, 2, 3, 4, and 7, apparently the only buttons for the elevator. I am more disturbed by the fact that there is no button for the 5th floor (I guess I don’t care about the 6th) than the fact that there is no elevator in sight.

I turn to the left in the big room, now facing east, and I see that there are chairs set up for a class, and behind the class are doors along the wall that lead to other rooms. I walk through the class (heading west) that is in session and go to the middle of the room and then I turn north and see a large set of stairs that only lead down, and there is no way to get up to the 5th floor (if it exists). These stairs are linoleum and have the bumps like at the edge of the BART platform on the ends of the stairs.

For some reason I don’t go down the stairs, I walk further along the room and come across a luncheon for older people (60+). At a table at the far end of the room, I go sit down next to someone with an omnisex name (one of a female friend’s friends from Knox (Editor’s note: I would provide a link, but there are nine Knox’s in the United States, none of which are in California), who I thought was going to be a girl because it seems that she told me about this friend many times…but it turns out he is a guy) and across from a random older man, who is sitting next to Michael Duncan, who is sitting across from a female friend. There are three other people at the end of the table, but they keep to themselves. At our end, we start asking Michael how he’s doing and where he’s going to school. In response to this inquiry, there is a small “Hello, My name is”-type name tag (where Michael’s water glass should be) that says UCSB in messy cursive. For some reason, we all pronounce this acronym as “Ucksub”.

An elderly palsied woman passes between our table and the one behind us, and I reach out to help her pass, but she instead bends down to pick up something from the floor. As she does so and I try to help steady her, but my male friend, Michael, and the random guy try to poke at her with a white plastic stick. I brush away their stick and she picks up whatever she needed and moves on.

#13: “…I am their next victim.”

This dream consists of many people that I know but don’t really talk to.It started out that my best friend and I went to this birthday/engagement party at a chuck-e-cheese type place for some girl who went to our high school (that I never really knew in real life). We are sitting around a table and this girl I know at my university comes in but won’t sit with us and acts really weird. My best friend (who doesn’t know her at all) offers to give her a ride home and the girl is just acting really pissed off but eventually my friend walks her to her car. After a few minutes I decide to walk home to my parents house, and all of a sudden it was daylight outside. On my way I pass my old high school and on the sidewalk there are tons of women with picket signs about wanting better treatment for administration workers. I stand on the sidewalk and start clapping, but no one else does the same- everyone is ignoring these women, which is really annoying. I hang out with them for awhile before I go to the back doors of the school- because apparently I had to drop something off. On my way I pass a young man who has a ton of stuff, garbage, boxes, etc. that he needs to transport somewhere all by himself and he asks me to help. I say sure, and he goes- “cool its like Im the janitor and you can be an administration lady”. I ask him if he is asking me to do administration work because I am a woman, he smiles coyly and says “maybe”. So I say “then NO, I won’t help you” so I drop a broom off inside the building and start walking home. On my way I pass two 15ish year old boys on bikes with intense motorcycle helmets who look a bit thug-ish. They start riding their bikes around me, trying to hit me. They tell me that they go around Milwaukee beating people up about once a week and that I am their next victim. I try to ration with them- asking how they would feel if someone randomly chose to beat them to a pulp. They stopped for a sec, thought about it, and continued to intimidate me. I saw a bunch of kids and their dad across the street and begged to walk with them up the street- the thugs tried to discourage this at first, but then we all started walking down the street. Apparently somewhere during that short block the thugs changed their mind and I went my separate way and walked/swam home (In my dreams I can swim through the air). However, today when I dove into the air I didn’t get enough momentum or something and ended up diving into my neighbor’s lawn and had to embarrassingly start over. I got to my house and there were signs all over it for some prize that we won… and then I woke up.

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