It all started with lockers.  I am almost positive it was a group of people who had the lockers and not the entire school.  They were turned all the wrong ways, like stacked into the air and none of then had covers or shelves.  I was about to mention my great idea when a guy did the exact thing I was thinking.  I told him just that too.  He said he was married.  As we were fixing the lockers he puckered his lips up for a kiss toward me.  I kissed him back.  I had a crush.  To fix them we flipped them the right way and put a wooden shelf.  Haha and I am pretty sure for the second shelf we used a 9x13 casserole dish.  I think this dream spanned for days in dreamworld.  I remember waking up and he and I trying to get away from everyone.  And of course I did all the things wrong.  Apparently everyone had a group of people wearing wigs down their isle and I was not suppose to talk to them so we could get away and I talked to the actual person with that hair style.  Some older woman kept calling me something like Miss Clicks Clicks Nod Nod while holding a coffee cup.  We ran up a flight of stairs and a teacher was sitting right on the damn stairs with her chair staring at up with a look that tried to tell us we were not going anywhere.  So that is when we tried walking up the hill beside the stairs.  He got up there quick enough but I kept falling.  He picked me up and threw me towards the top.  That is when I began thinking he was either really strong or not quite human.  I landed unscathed and waited for him.  As I was waiting I woke up!  Dammit!