I. Need. Sleep.

February 26, 2011
I was observing my parents talk to my history teacher. For some reason I was dressed very strangely and was sitting at a desk being rude and sarcastic to people. My parents were having a discussion in hushed tones, discussing my recent attitude change and telling my teacher all about my math grades. I looked to my right and I saw a mournful looking girl, standing in jeans and a t-shirt, wind blowing her hair back dramatically. She had dark brown hair but apparently I recognized her as me, but with brown hair. I stood up, and she stared me straight in the eyes and told me "it's time Heather. We can't delay any longer." I nodded, but looked down and whispered "I should have told them. I never wanted it to be this way. For them to see me like this." Again she nodded.
Soon, we had somehow progressed into a strange building, with the girl and I leading a group of people. At a large door, I stopped, and the girl went through. Everyone else mysteriously disappeared and I told her I couldn't go through the doors. She nodded, and explained that we had always known I wouldn't be able to go through, because of who we were. I suddenly got mad and started yelling that I could change my fate. She sighed, looked at me again, and then slammed the door, thus locking me out. I pounded on the door for awhile, but eventually gave up.
The next part of my dream I was in a park, digging a hole. I'm not sure why or how, but I do remember that I knew i was digging, even though I wasn't physically digging.