I am at college in an art class. I sit in the back on the left. I am excited to be here. I don’t understand what the male teacher is saying. An older, male student who sits in front of me finds two papers of mine. He asks if they belong to me and gives them back.
After class, I wander around the college. It has lots of levels with stairs all over. I notice snow outside a window. The school is in California so this seems strange. On one side of the school is a run-down part of the city. I am wearing shorts. I realize I forgot my white brace for my left knee which I have had replaced.
I am in my room. A young, neighbor woman comes and asks to borrow a cup. I pull some from the cupboard and notice they are all dirty. I wash them.
Some scene with about 10 young women dressed in red, Santa outfits. They are walking on a sidewalk with other people. Three of the women get shot by the authorities. I am on the sidewalk as well. I fear for the other women.
A scene where a young man falls from a 2nd level holding a long, wooden pole/stick. He is attempting suicide. It doesn’t work. Someone else, however, did commit suicide.
Feeling: excited about art class. In a daze/lost, but know I will figure the whole school thing out. Sad about the man’s attempt at suicide, and relieved it didn’t work. Fearful for other Santa Claus dressed women.
Your young man reminds me of my friend Rick falling from a ladder, perhaps at the second story of his house.