I was going to school, but my old high school. I had my current bag, which is ripped and I hate it, but for some reason I was using it even though I was back in the old city I used to live in.  I put stuff in there, stuff you wouldnât use at school? Including food like cheese & crackers, a bunch of fried sausages, an Iphone ( I do not have a phone ) and such. I was biking to school, on a bike which Iâve never seen before. On the way I knew I had to go see my friend Ryan, but he was at this skatepark, so I biked there. The direction was opposite to where the skatepark in my old neighbourhood is supposed to be. He was there, and there were basketball hoops there against the mesh fencing, the type found in a tennis court, and there were really low, but at the same time, really high? He was there. He wasnât in school uniform, and he said heâs quitting school. I said ok. He tried getting some messaging thing going on the phone I had, but I didnât know how to work the phone. Then I left him for school, at 8:55. At school it was us getting out timetables and school diaries, but we were just sitting around, all us new year 12â˛s. I moved seats until I sat next to my old friend Robert, and he was eating cheese and crackers. I said I had some too in my bag. Then it snapped to me stacking the fried sausages in an alleyway in the school, on the tarmac somewhere. Then back to the lounge area, but it was outside. Then I saw Darian, who is a year 13 this year, but at my new school, and he was mufti. At my old high school year 13â˛s went mufti, at my new one, they donât. Then we lined up in the office, and got our diaries which had our school timetable on them. I had chosen art,maths,english,chem,biology, and physics, but on the timetable was graphics, english, maths, chemistry, physics, heat something ( some sort of science class for studying heat ) and business studies. I tried to get this fixed, went to the dean, teachers, etc, but none of them said anything helpful, and I ended up going home, running next to my mum who was biking now, after leaving a note on blue paper with blue pen saying which classes had to be swapped, example âgraphics --> artâ. Then I went biking with Ryan, but now we were in my new town where I now live, and biking down the port road. We went over these bumps in the road, and for one my bike went right, and the right handlebar rubber handle came off, and then for another, Ryan went over the handlebars. He was cut and grazed, on his face. I canât remember what happened after that. I know during the dream I was telling ryan to take my library card so he could use the computers and books to study, but he didnât take them.Â