I had a dream he burned the school down

In my dream I was myself.

I parked my car in the school parking lot after receiving a text from my friend

(“Please bring your painting down to the gym! You might be able to enter this contest!”)

I stepped out of my car and right into the gym

I forgot where I parked

I hate when I forget where I park

He took the painting from me and hung it up with the rest of the entries

He told me I was a shoe in to win

I told him I was a comic artist, not a painter

He told me he didn’t care

My professor came in the middle of the room and hung up her paintings besides all of ours

Something about hoping to inspire us

The ground shook and you appeared in the middle of the gym

You held your hands up high and I didn’t understand what was going on

Your face was hideously burned and you were wearing an insane grin

You told us that this was one contest we didn’t want to win

(I won anyways)

You took the professor’s paintings and looked back at me, smiling the entire time

And then you burned them.

My professor screams I yelled at her, “STEP OUT THE FIRE STEP IT OUT!”

But she was frantic and her dress was on fire

and I grabbed whatever painting I could save and shoved the professor out of the burning gym

she kept screaming at me,

“SAVE THE PAINTINGS SAVE THE PAINTINGS”

I kept screaming back,

“YOU’RE MORE IMPORTANT. YOU CAN MAKE MORE PAINTINGS!”

“NO YOU DON’T UNDERSTAND.”

I don’t understand.

I know how much love goes into each painting

but

it was nothing compared to her life

right?

I was right?

I didn’t know.

I left the professor on the ground and ran away.

My last thoughts were,

“I hope my phone didn’t burn in the fire.”

On the way to my car, I saw people huddled around and crying.

They were dressed all in white

and they looked at me

they were disgusted

“You should’ve saved the paintings.”

I should’ve tried to save the paintings.

A boy who I haven’t talked to in a while came up to me called me a failure of an artist

I don’t understand

I did everything right, didn’t I?

Compared to her paintings

her life was more important.

He looked at me and was disgusted.

I walked around until I found my car

thats when I saw you again.

I sat down in the driver’s seat while you sat in the back.

I looked at you through the rear view mirror.

“I did the right thing, right?”

You held my shoulder.

I understand you

I understand you.