Life is Strange

I was back at university after a break, and I was nervous because I was at an assembly. We were sitting on the floor of a gymnasium and being given instructions for some sort of big event, potentially our graduation. Girls I’ve had drama with in the past were sitting in front of me, which was really awkward, but I was surprised that one of them began pleasant conversation with me. Suddenly, one of the professors at a podium on a stage at the front of the gym (the one giving instructions) said that everyone needed an escort for the event. He looked like the principal of Blackwell Academy from Life is Strange. He turned to me, and, into the mic, announced that I didn’t have an escort. He asked for volunteers. I was humiliated, and I hadn’t known I needed an escort in the first place. To my dismay, Mr. Jefferson from Life is Strange volunteered to be my escort. Now, in this dream, all of the students (but not the professors) knew that Mr. Jefferson was a creep. I didn’t know what else to do as he approached me, and he had me loop my arm in his. I was really nervous as we walked down the aisle of the gym together, practicing for whatever event was coming, but I didn’t want to make a scene or accuse him of anything without evidence. After the rehearsal, I’m pretty sure he pulled me into a private room with an attic. He wanted me to go into the attic by climbing a ladder (and I was like absolutely not), but I don’t remember anything after that. I’m pretty sure I was wearing a white button-down. The dream shifted, and I was suddenly at my sister’s birthday party helping my mom set it up, but my sister and her friends were much younger than they are in real life.