Wierd Fire On My Backpackß

[Anemani]

03/03/10
I am in a cafeteria that was very big. It has a lower level that stepped up to a higher level that stepped up into an even higher level. There is a stage at the front and the and the levels go up from behind this stage, they also form a sort semi circle around it. The cafeteria and rest of the place is made of a dark brownish colored brick. There are a lot of tables, fancy pillows and students, but no one I recognize or know. I find a table to sit at by myself since I do not know anyone and then two familiar faces popped. I have seen these people before, but never spoken to them and I do not even know there names. They start to harass me, make fun of me and just be plain rude to me. I storm up the levels leaving my stuff behind. I head to the back and go through a open doorway. I walk forward a little distance then take a right. Then I take another right into an area with walls up through which the students enter the cafeteria. (I went through the exit which there on two, one on each side of the entrance) I run up to my mom because is there for some reason and start crying. Then I hug her and bury my face into her chest and continue to cry. She tells me that I have to go back into the cafeteria, but I do not want. After a while I stop crying and agree to go back. This is when I consciously realize my step-dad in there. He is messing around with his bird and I think to myself how much I dislike birds, before going back in.

Instead of going to the entrance which is right beside me I go back to the exit I went out of and enter that way. When I get there I realize that everyone is gone and I wonder where they are. Then I see my stuff on fire. My backpack to be specific and it is on fire from inside one of the pouches. I immediately know who did it and it makes me think if that was there intentions all along. I rip my back off of the wood table and to the floor. I do not know what to do and I am afraid to even get near the fire, like there is something wrong with it. Next thing I know I am yelling for help and there is a fire. Two Hispanic guys my age run in shortly after from the opposite exit side. I accidentally catch one of the pillows on fire, because I throw the pillow on it. Soon I realize that they are not going to do anything, they will not even get near the fire, even though it is still small. I grab a pillow and have to force myself to get near the fire. It is like I am being held back, but I can not let my stuff burn up. Finally I get the fire out and grab my stuff, but do not check it. The two guys follow me and I meet up with my mom. She has a golf cart in the building for some reason. And we begin to take off. Before I everything goes black I look back and I see the girls, they look a little different than what they originally appeared as. They are grinning like they have accomplished something. I give them the loser sign and then wake up.