I was in a very tall building in downtown Jacksonville. Apparently, I had an English class here. I'm pretty sure I was back in 12th grade. The room resembled my art classroom in elementary school. What's odd is, I was sitting at the desk from my dorm room, not an ordinary classroom desk.
My dorm room was also apparently connected to the room somehow.
The class was being taught by Mr. Stone, my English teacher from 6th and 7th grade (he was fired before I entered 8th grade). Mr. Stone was the most incredible teacher...very liberal, very intelligent, hilarious...just amazing in general. I really miss him.
For some reason, I left the class, and wandered down a hallway...on my way back, I ran into a girl who informed me that there was "a monster on the loose" and that the building and the city were being evacuated. I asked her where I should go, and she replied, "Even Georgia wouldn't be far enough! He will find you for sure!"
I ran back to the classroom, which was now empty except for Mr. Stone and some random girl. I knew I'd have to leave. I began trying to pack up my desk, but it seemed a hopeless effort; I had too much stuff!
I began to be worried about my mom -- she works downtown, and I was afraid the "monster" would "get" her.
I found myself in front of a window, looking down into the streets. There was the monster! A giant (far, far bigger than any building) construction "digger" thingy (a bulldozer? I really don't know what to call it) was on the rampage, ripping up the streets, running down people, tearing through buildings, etc.
