I guess I've come to terms with my summer

Hey everyone, if dreams are really the key to the subconscious, then I've come to terms with summer ending and going back to school. Last night I dreamed that I was like in prison, but it was nice, like a dorm meets hotel. I felt trapped and decided I was going to bust out, with some help. I had like Batman and Cat Woman and some friends help me, and it was all elaborate and stuff. But it wasn't going to be easy. I had people out to get me and keep me there.

The big day came, and I wend running. Initially it was a little hard to get my momentum, but once I got going, there was no stopping me. I had guards and traps trying to stop me. But they were no match. Then things started getting hard. Like I was in an elevator and the enemy cut the motion, so I was stuck mid floor. I wasn't going to have that. I forced the door open and slipped onto the main floor. I made it to the door, after dodging many obstacles, mostly things just in my way. I get outside and I'm in a parking lot. There was just 1 car. This was my get away car. All I had to do was hot wire it, and I knew how to do it, sort of. I reached under the steering wheel and grabbed some wires that were already pre-cut for hot wiring. I try some combinations, but none of them worked.

Then out of nowhere, I just give up and decide to go back quietly. I don't know why, but I decided to just let what had to happen happen. I put my hands where they can see them, and decide to just go back. But when I get to the door, no one attacks me, just say "welcome back" and escort me back to my room. My room looks a lot like my dorm room, and my roommate is different.

Now I'm no psychologist, but I know enough to know that that wasn't just another one of my crazy dreams. What I believe it meant was that all summer long I've been running away from school. I needed to get my momentum going initially, but after that I was in the clear. As time went on it got harder and harder to deny the inevitable, even up to the last week, being the elevator that I forced open. Then the lot, just one way out, but it can't be accessed, because I lack the necessary skills. Then eventually it kicked in that this is what happens and will happen, so just accept it. School didn't want to hurt me, but welcomed me. The help in the dream I think was my friends that I hung out with over the summer.

When I woke up I realized that it wasn't just another dream. From that I realized it was over. It had a good run but it was over, and it was time to accept my fate. Well this has been Pokematic signing off and bu-bye.