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It was a new semester in college, but took place for some reason in highschool. Highschool classmates were also there. I kept making K laugh. I had difficulty finding my locker. Once I found the contents of my locker, I went to the Commuter Lounge (which is no longer in a highschool environment). I laid down on one of the large reclining chairs. Dana walked in and asked if she could lay down with me. I nodded her over. We spent some minutes constantly shifting positions so we could both comfortably get to sleep. My arm was around her stomach, but too tightly, and so she could not breathe. She decided to get up and sit at the table. I inadvertently skipped my first Latin class of the semester. Eventually it was time to go home, but people were pursuing me. It was sunny yet raining. I hid below a deck in someone's back yard. A girl was also hiding, apparently in the same situation as me. A guy to my right explained that hunters were roaming around. They had machine guns that shot drugged needles. Just one of these needles causes incessant itching, and is designed to detain an animal so it may be killed easier. The hunters found us hiding below the deck, and hit us with an endless barrage of needles. I, as well as the girl with me, was hit most on the right thigh. For some reason, I was made impervious to the itching, even though enough needles hit me to rip open areas of my skin. The girl was in an agony of itching, though. I watched the raindrops hit our legs. Each drop caused a small red dot on the skin, which shrank away in a few seconds.