The Dream That Left Me Stumped

I had this dream last night. I think I have had the same dream before, or maybe a similar one. I'm not sure what the point of it was but there was stuff about some people I know and school. There were two prominent people: a good friend of mine, and a guy that I don't know very well but dislike for no good reason. First of all, this school was not actually my school, it was a mall building that somehow my mind classified as a place of education O.o In this school I was looking for a good book to read at the library but every single one was... disturbing, I guess. They all had a color scheme of black and blue with some gothish looking pictures of what I assume were supposed to look like dead people. The writing was horribly unprofessional, not something you'd expect to find in a school library. It was sloppy, misspelled, had grammatical errors, curse words, etc. But the worst of it was the criticizing of the teachers in schools (which shouldn't have surprised me cuz the teachers had this zombie appearance, they looked down, very washed out. I could see they payed no attention to personal grooming, they slouched and stared into empty space with blank expressions on their faces. At least the students seemed to be the upside of the school's population with their enthusiasm and lively faces.) After searching through the collection of incredibly stupid books I gave up and went outside to get some fresh air. Outside I found the two people I mentioned earlier. The one who was a good friend, I have not actually seen in real life. I've know him over the net for years. The other one, I went to school with (in real life) and disliked him for following the crowd. To me it seemed like he only lived for his stupid fashion and popularity. In reality I should not judge either of them since I don't really know them all that well. Anyway I started talking to them and after a few minutes I began to find a surprising acceptance for this popular guy. My good friend was not one of the lively young people in school. He seemed a bit dragged down in that dark world too, like the teachers but not so much. After some time I noticed a rope that was tied and hanging from a tree. I decided to take a swing on it for a bit of fun. The two guys grabbed a hold of me at once so we could all swing together. As I walked back a few steps and lifted my feet from the ground the popular one let go out of fear. My friend and I continued on through the swing. I was surprised and asked him why he didn't let go like the other guy and he replied with "I trust you and I'd never let go." Returning my feet to solid ground, I thought about what he'd said to me and felt a sudden urge to run away and leave that wretched school forever. Without looking back I took off running towards the parking lot. The distance to my car seemed endless and the closer I got to my destination the more I felt myself losing my mind. I felt like the world I was in was swirling around me and pulling me into a drain. As I was nearing the parking lot, a truck with psychologists appeared and started following me, trying to keep me from running away. I was filled with the terror that they might lock me up and never ever let me escape so I ran as fast as I could but something held me back. I couldn't breathe well, my legs felt as if someone was holding on to them. The truck was getting very close to me and I began to think I'd never make it... I fell. I was sure then that it was the end. But I was able to pick myself up again and take a short cut throught the garden. I did lose them but not for long, and finally made it to my car. Fumbling around with my keys I tried to open my car door with nervous hands. As I turned on the car and stepped on the accelerator, I noticed a wall in front of me. The steering wheel was locked. The brakes were locked. I was stuck in a car destined for a concrete wall. I lost consciousness and everything went black momentarily. When I woke up I found myself in a hospital bed with doctors and family members standing all around me looking into my eyes. I didn't move or say anything. I knew at that point that I didn't make it. I did not escape and there was no chance I ever would.

When I woke up from the dream I thought about two things: my good friend's words and the moment I woke up in the hospital. I wanted to cry.