ben and i had visited an elementary school for some reason and were walking out. we were talking about how our schooling was going. something happened (i can't remember what), and we ended up walking with a little boy and his little sister. we were walking them through the parking lot. the little boy was really happy about it and thought he was just SO COOL. we told him to study hard and try to get good grades. we told him to never start smoking because it's really not as cool as it seems, and all of those kids were going to be wishing they'd never started when they were in their twenties. when we were done walking them through the parking lot we turned back to hang out with some of our friends that were also up at that school. their scary dad (he appeared to be a very rotted zombie) started talking to them and got really mad that we had been talking to them. he started coming after us. we ran up to where our friends were and tried to blend in so he couldn't find us. i took my coat and hat off and crawled behind some people in this car up there and acted like i had been there the whole time. the guy kept staring at me, but i refused to look at him. i kept talking to dusty. dusty muttered something about how scary that guy was. then the guy grabbed me and said he knew it was me, and then there was something about cursed mailboxes. then i woke up.