Dream About School And Bullying 2

This time I don't remember much. Well, let me tell you about my day before I actually tell you about the dream. I was very tired yesterday, and I went out for a very long time. I barely got to pray, I only prayed Fajr, and I missed almost all the other four prayers. I almost even missed Fajr, but then I decided to just do it in the end. Right now, I'm deciding to pray again. So, I woke up today to my mom telling me that the guests are coming over. The same one from yesterday, that I was hanging out with the same guests. I told her, I'm like, I'm too tired, why would you bring your guests over? I'm not gonna, I'm not in the mood to greet them or hang out or go out. I just want to rest today, because it's my weekend, and I have school. And I did not rest one bit this weekend, so I'm very tired. Mom continued to say, oh, well it's not my fault, blah blah blah, and being inconsiderate. I didn't care much, whatever. I decided that I will just pray and see what happens when they come. I'm not even gonna get ready. Now, the dream was, um, other than that was, I think I was in school, but it wasn't any school. It was, I think the Canada school, Oak Ridge. Again, it was a mixture of very, very disgusting, horrible school. It was like a very, very ugly school. But, I don't know, I knew for sure it was the Canada school that I was in, Oak Ridge. So, anyway. So there was some girl called Mona, which is my mom's friend. That, um, that came to my classroom at the end of the day, apparently. And also notice, for some reason my mom and my siblings are not with me at the start of the dream, which is in Canada. But only my dad, and my dad is actually in Canada right now. Anyway, so she comes, and she brings some little girl over, like a Palestinian girl. And she's like, take care of this girl, she's new at the school, blah blah blah. And then I'm like, okay. Well, I don't know her, but I'll try my best, I guess. She's like, okay, thank you. Then she left, and then it was the end of the day, and it was time to go home. The electricity at the school was off, but in the classroom it was on. I don't know why or how. So, it was off in the hallways, but on in the classrooms. Anyway, I call my dad, and I'm like, hey dad, when are you picking me up? He's like, soon, don't worry. Soon, don't worry. Over and over again. After that, he finally comes, I think, and then I go with him. Then all of a sudden, he's like, your mom is going to come soon. She's visiting, or not visiting, she's coming. I don't know what he meant by that. Let's go take you to a restaurant. So he took me to a restaurant that's like piano themed. It was a very, very big restaurant, with tables outside and inside. And on the fifth floor, it was a mall. And it had a piano playing. I asked the waitress for a specific song request. The song I asked for was Mexican Dream, by Piero Picani. He said that he'll play it, but I don't think he ever did. As I was writing the song for the waitress, in the marker, it was more like a ketchup marker. And the more I would write, it was just light. It wouldn't transfer well. Anyway, I wrote it to the waitress, and I gave it to him. He took it, and he left. Then I really needed to go to the bathroom to take a dump. I felt it. I was really in need to take a dump. I go to the bathroom, I close the door, and the door was glass. Everything was glass, but somehow no one could see me. I take the dump, and I hear my mom knocking on the bathroom door. Dania, I'm here. Open. Dania. I'm like, wait a second, Mom. And I open the door, and I actually never greet them or go back to the table. I go to the mall with some friend. I don't know who she is. But I go to the fifth floor mall, and me and that friend are walking. And we're being bullied and judged by some girls. They're following us. They're making fun of us. They're bullying us. And I told her, don't mind them. Who cares? So we did it, and we kept walking around the mall. We were looking at lunchboxes for some reason. Weird, cheap, themed lunchboxes. And that's all I remember. And you know the drill. You know what I want you to do. Analyze it. Interpret it. Tell me how it impacts my life. Everything. Everything possible you could tell me.