okay, before going on, I would like to say that this was the most wierdest dream i have ever had

It all started out in a cafeteria, the cafeteria in my middle school to be exact. and i was standing next to the fridge door next to the mobile food court and facing the exit door to the courtyard, and it was dark. It was only dark because the lights were off and the only light was coming in from the massive arched side window to my right (im along the right wall btw) and there sat a girl. A girl with distinctive red hair, purple striped shirt and had a rather nice scarf. It was Melissa O'Sullivan. As i approached to say hi she turned. She was wearing black makeup all over her face in a pattern with glowing white eyes. All she said was "hey allen" in her kind voice. All i said was "woah, um... what's with the make up?". "i don't know, trying to be goth today" "well, don't". and then the lights turned on and she wasn't wearing the make up anymore, but then the lights shut back down and well, she was wearing it again. "well that was fun" i said, "ima go catch a bus and go to madi's". as i said that i left the cafeteria and walked outside where lines and lines of yellow school buses lined up to take students home. I got into one and it was pretty much a cap metro bus with a different exterior and no doors (they were removed). So i sat and pretty much ignored the fact that i was the only person on the bus and then realized i didnt know which bus i got on... so i went up and snatched meself a bus map... turns out i just grabbed a large digimon poster conviniently folded up as a map. and sadly i was about to get off when the bus started moving, drove forward and took the first right. I then rode the bus for two blocks and got off at a dance camp i have been to in previous dreams. the camp was two stories high, had only 3 walls, and a massive rectangular hole through the center of the second layer. the camp had also been previously owned by a masochistic engineer and a malevolent trucker that tried to kill me at one point and was situated near an old airplane junkyard... anyway. at that camp was ravers and ballet preformers practicing (the ravers not taking kindly to me, due to their relocation to there after i shut down their subcult rave society in a louisianna swamp sometime during a dream in may...) however, at that camp was a little girl (6th grade) that had starred as a acolyte in the musical "guys and dolls" as an acolyte, practicing her plait (or whatever the hell you call it when you hold onto a bar and kick out your foot). she was doing this on the second story of the camp near the edge (also now that i remember, this camp also at one point had become part of our field trip to a nature reserve where an assembly of children gathered to listen to a camp counselor with flamingoes perched on his arm talk about nature and where we went trench diving later). but back to the story, seeing that sixth grader made me feel safe. this was until i saw the twins. in this case however i did not mean two very large pair of breasts but rather two girls roughly 13-14 shirtless with five and six breasts. the arrangement of them was thre columns and 2 breasts per verticle column. however the second twin had only five and sadly, i dared to ask. then appeared sam, not quentin (seeing that this was a ballet/raver dance camp at the moment) with an answer. "her parents cut it off", "why" i asked, "i dont know, cuz thy're fucking psychos or something, don't ask me" he told me and walked off. he was wearing his brown jacket, his black boots and blue jeans. after that i decided to walk into the camp, watching the same instructor teach the same bobbing technique to a new clas like last time, but this time, on the far wall, there was a door. (the last door that had been there looked drastically different with iron filigree and had been covered in chipping white paint), but this time, it was a black door and so, i walked in. inside was a beautiful grass garden with all sorts of grass, bermuda, buffalo, it was wondrous. all of it amused me as it was in the layout of kealing's courtyard with the various levels and stunning white concrete foriming the ledges and walkways. i was walking along remenescing the last time i saw this garden (in a dream where i was collecting cards that floated in and around and was hidden in various places which ended up with me visiting an old town of wood and rusted iron meeting up with strangers in a chinatwon that felt like old aquaintances) until someone found me. it was the joker, except his suit was violet, not deep purple, his face was a bit too wide and his hair was green and still slicked back. "hello" he said as he leaned forward into my face with his hands behind his back and feet together. "hi" i responded casually. I said this and walked away and met up with some strangers i knew as friends (one of theme being a sixth grader i knew as calla, she was wearing purple that day with her hair curled with an enormous purple hat) until an alarm sounded. we ran and ran until i saw a larged concrete dome with bulk heads popping out of the sides, they opened vertically and had winding concrete tunnels downwards. I was hesitant at first but climbed in, making sure to keep the security goblin from closing it all the way so i can get out. i however wasn't care ful after i turned around and slid down the tube into a quaint neighborhood. inside the neighborhood was a girl that i knew to, in the past, have been the daughter of the lucrative hotel owner that housed the ravercult in louisianna. i ignored her and walked on. the neighborhood was quaint, it wasnt sterile nor ghetto but a quiet nice, homely neighborhood with the houses buying at 125k, give or take a few. it was nice and i had bought a house on the end of the street that had four bathrooms, two bedrooms and a decent living room, kitchen, and dining room. it was nice living there until a great issue had risen. a zombie attack had occured. everyone sheltered up and the able bodied boys (it was a neighborhood of kids) went to fight. i was among them, we slid down a massive slide into a concrete room that was well lit where it had a major bulkhead on one side. from there i saw the zombies pouring in and was afraid. in the end i ran from the fight, scared shitless. i was afraid until i returned home where people set up base in my 3rd bathroom for breifing... it had turned out that the attack was led by none other than the joker which (according to long time town resident, same jones, also the mayor) that he had developed a lifelong vendetta against me for my life. then i woke up into reality (as in i actually woke up)