My mom woke me up one morning earlier than usual. It was raining outside really hard. She informed my brother John and I that we couldn't continue on with our lives because the school board just called and we were missing some of our credits from 2nd grade. We were both in college in my dream, so this seemed like late notice to say the least. Fortunately we only had to go back to 2nd grade for one day.
2nd Grade in my dream was much different than how I remember it in real life. It was held in a warehouse that was full of metal shelves holding old broken down toys. The ground was concrete and there holes in the walls and ceiling. The rain was dripping through in some parts of the warehouse.
John and i were playing with the old toys for a while and our temporary teacher was praising us on our ability to get along with the kids and share. I don't think she really realized we were about 10 years older than her other students.
Eventually I pulled out my old Woody and Buzz toys from my own childhood and started to play with them. The other kids ran up to me and wanted to play with them also. They were the only toys in the warehouse that weren't broken. I asked them not to play with my Woody and Buzz because I didn't want them to break. They are really important to me. The kids didn't like this answer though and they grabbed them from me and started to rip them apart and smash them. I was really upset and returned to my 2nd grade ways and started to cry.
John was angry that the other kids did that to me and he started to beat the other kids up. It was like an action movie and John was fighting off about five kids at a time. Finally when the majority of the 2nd graders were lying on the ground with broken arms and bloody noses our teacher told us to sit in the corner while she called our parents. My mom came to pick us up and the teacher told her we were expelled and didn't get our credits.
Then I woke up.