I had a dream that my reality was a little bit different.

Somehow I went to this fancy school with a bunch of lecture halls like a college would have.
The only thing is, this school was under construction and people still attended it.

"Hey, get your head in the game!" Not the exact words spoken, but that was one of the first things I hear in my dream after revisiting it for a second time in the exact same day.

A school under construction became complete, I found myself in the middle of some estranged Soccer game in a gym of all places. The team lost because of me, I was benched even though I told my coach that I didn't know what the hell was going on... I was yelled at.

And then I had to dunk my head into a tub of nacho cheese..

The game ends, I come to my senses a bit and head to the bathroom(?) to clean up. Staring at myself, I was in "uniform." The uniform was this red and black long sleeved shirt with a zipper..

Fast forward to heading back to "school." The place once under construction was now finished, I perused a maze of things that made little to no sense.  This school was a grocery store, then a warehouse, then it actually looked like a school once I made my way to its rear.

The scare is now real, I can't even tell if this world is real or not. I understood that I was dreaming.. mostly. So I needed to ask, how do I know what's real and what's not?

I walked into the school chancellor's office, it took me a moment to realize that while I left from this dream the first two, the school "finished" construction and the usual way to get to the chancellor's office was blocked by a direct route to an open lecture in progress. I've come to remember someone telling me that would happen when construction finishes.

Upon entering the chancellor's office, I see the man having a serious chat with another (male) student), their conversation was just ending when I arrived.

The student leaves, I take a seat on this cushioned seat you'd sit on in a restaurant booth.

"You're not the one I'm supposed to be seeing next, are you?" The chancellor asked. "No sir." I responded (I think).

The chancellor smiled genuinely. "Nevermind, we can still talk anyway. So what did you want to talk about?"

I felt crazy, nervous to ask this grown man a ridiculous question. "How do I know if I'm dreaming or not?" I asked. The chancellor kept his smile.

"Easy. If you're dreaming, enjoy yourself. Have fun! Your day is our night!" He says ever so cheerfully.

My thoughts wondered to a vivid image of me walking around school nearly naked.. heh, Ok Chancellor. I was too afraid to actually do that though, dream or not.

"Thank you Mr [name forgotten]." I said. "Any time." Responded the chancellor.

I left his office with this new idea to wait until night to see if I can wake up for real. Little did I know, my dream had other plans.

I went back to my "room." Walked there instead of took an elevator like a rebel would. Inside of my room, this is where my dream comes to an end.

"Did you ever consider how a felt!? Where have YOU been all this time?" Asked my room mate after I asked him the same question I asked my chancellor.

"Keep going, the dream's breaking!" I cried with excitement, finally being able to return back to my real life.

The cracks become more obvious as the dream folds itself to the side like some strange window blinds. Blankness. All I see is blackness for half of a second before the eye crust gave way and I finally woke up.

"Oh good, you're awake." My mom says as she gazed at me from my bedroom doorway. This was my chance to tell my mom that I had a scary, realistic dream, and I could tell if it was real oe not.

Her response to that was casual at best. "We all have dreams like that sometimes."
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The more I think about it, the more I've come to a few conclusions...

1. Night in dream world could mean daytime in yours.

2. Revisiting a dream, time has obviously passed. I left my dream for an hour at best, then went back into it, only to discover myself in the middle of an activity I had no recollection os starting (indoor soccer). I say all of that to state that an hour to you could mean several days to your/the dream world.

3. Whatever I did in between leaving and returning to the dream, my dream self was a still existing but passive entity doing things upon his own, conscious accord up until my return.

4. My dream was an amalgamation of various places I've been and people I've seen over several years. I'll need to research what that meant later.

5. I can't count this as fully lucid dreaming, but this is the closest I've been to that state in months.

6. My memory of the dream is nearly gone now.. I'll probably look back at this later and be like "That really happened?" 

7. I'm going to aim at lucid dreaming again.
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I know this doesn't really belong here, but this story will get published anyway. I can still remember a bearded man (the chancellor) telling me to enjoy myself if the world was a dream.

I might just do that; I might just enjoy myself.