You didn't expect to dream something like this...

Your sleep that night was not peaceful – you tossed and turned in your bed and threw the blanket off.

An outside observer might have assumed you were coming down with the flu again and experiencing a fever as a result. However, the reason your thin body was covered in sweat was entirely different.

Your body reflected the turbulent state of your mind. Recent events have had a far from positive impact on your mental balance...

When your consciousness, exhausted by adversity, finally sank into a deep sleep, it was as if a "movie show" had begun in your head...

A chaotic kaleidoscope of absurd images...

Fragmentary elements of reality...

Fantasies mixed with elements of rumors...

Images based on exaggerated emotions...

Figures of familiar people who, for some reason, find themselves in strange circumstances...

So, soon, your dream was filled with a chaotic jumble of colorful erotic images.

Perhaps this can be explained by the "specifics" of your current streaming activity, as well as your extensive... extremely extensive experience in masturbation and watching pornographic videos on the Internet.

Before your mind's eye, one after another, the stunningly beautiful and voluptuous figures of female porn actresses appeared.

The smooth, hot, and lust-filled bodies of these depraved sluts are so enticing...

Their charmingly sweet faces...

Their voluptuous, parted, plump, scarlet lips...

Their large, beautiful eyes, as if radiating a desire for unbridled sex...

Their large, soft, warm titties, which promise bliss to any man who touches them...

Their juicy, tender, lustful cunts seem to simply crave hardcore fucking and "beg" for immediate penetration...

All this is so arousing that even in your sleep you mumble something unintelligible and try to reach out to these ghostly images of soft and hot female bodies.

Alas, you begin to notice something other than boundless lust in the gaze of each porn actress...

It's as if they notice you - and a humiliating disdain appears in the gaze of each of these gorgeous sluts...

You almost touch a nipple with your finger on one of the porn actresses' breasts...

Suddenly, the disparaging glances are supplemented by a cacophony of condemning, contemptuous insults directed at you...

"All you can do is masturbate your tiny weewee! You'll never have sex with a woman, imbecile!"

"Get your hands off, pathetic wanker!"

"You're never destined to touch a real, beautiful woman, dirty gooner!"

"You're simply pathetic! A stinking moron! A weakling with a measly micropenis!"

You feel as if you're falling into a huge black whirlpool, hopelessly distancing yourself from the seductive female images.

The swirl of dream images undergoes another metamorphosis.

Now, instead of erotic images, you see yourself in a familiar place.

You're standing in a small square.

Alleys of trees, sidewalks, small houses, one larger three-story gray brick building rises before you...

This...

This is your hometown Weerfield!

A small town in Pennsylvania.

The provincial town where you were born and went to school.

And, by the way, this three-story building is precisely that: a school.

This is the school you were **** to attend for many years.

You shuddered at the unpleasant memories: teachers were picky, and classmates were either indifferent or bullied you. Your gaze is turns to your own body: strangely enough, you're wearing a school uniform, with a backpack full of textbooks slung over your back.

"What kind of crazy nonsense is this..." - you think in your sleep, barely comprehending the illusory nature of what's happening.

A cool breeze blows on the skin, and small puddles from the recent rain are visible on the asphalt.

Everything seems so... realistic.

Looking around, you notice that the streets of the town are unusually deserted. Even though it's morning, and many people are usually rushing to work at this time.

So, now you have to do something.

Should you go inside the school building?

Just looking at this gloomy building, you experience mixed feelings: on the one hand, unpleasant memories, and on the other, a mysterious urge to go inside and find out what's going on there.

Or should you ignore the school?

For example: you could simply go home. Since you lived in your aunt Martha's house in the town of Weerfield, it's only logical for you to return there.

Or will you come up with some other course of action?