I was back in high school, though it took me a while to realize it. I kept wandering the halls of the school, wondering where my college classes were. Finally, I spotted my favorite teacher, Mrs. Davis, and it clicked where I was. I couldn't remember if I was supposed to be in her class or not, so I followed her upstairs. My ex-friend Colette was talking to her at the time, and Mrs. Davis was smiling pleasantly at her. I was jealous; I wanted Mrs. Davis to like me more than she liked Colette. I wondered if I had traveled back in time to where I was still friends with Colette, and thought of trying to talk to her. I never got up the nerve, however.
I encountered a guy, "Rob," who was on the literary magazine staff with me. He was sitting at a picnic table in the front hallway of the school. He started laughing at me and saying that all my friends had ditched me. I grabbed him by the hair and yanked his head back as far as it would go, realizing that I was about to break his neck. I wondered if I should break his neck. I kept weighing the consequences of breaking his neck versus not breaking his neck, and woke up before I could make a decision.