Where am I?

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I slowly started zoning out of the conversation, my brain entered a new dimension. This has happened before. At this point I don’t even know what my friend is talking about, she keeps talking though. It was a few seconds later I realize that it wasn’t my friend who was talking it was my therapist. I forgot. “should we continue this another time? I don’t think you’re very comfortable.” she asks. i reply “uh no, I’m fine, sorry” “very well" she continues, "can you tell me about those nightmares you’ve been having?” “yeah, they keep coming.” I start tearing up. “can you describe to me what you saw exactly?” “well ever since my sister died,” I pause and look at the clock on the wall… “uh I’m sorry you were right maybe we should do this some other time; I have class in like 30 minutes” “yay me” she whispers to herself and I could have sworn I saw her roll her eyes. That’s weird. That’s not how she usually says her ‘I’ll see you next time’s’ I start walking to my college gate where I have to show ID to enter, I whimper internally at the fact that I have to make small talk with the gate man. After that I felt a vibration in my jacket pocket. It was from dad, and before I could open it I thought “I bet it says ‘you’re a disappointment’’ I laugh. I need to stop watching memes. It actually said “when are you coming home?” to which I reply “soon” I start approaching my class, to my surprise it filled with students I’ve never seen before and they all give me this unwelcoming look, I ignore them and look to where the professor is. She has already started and was writing on the white board. Some unfamiliar symbols. I sit down and pull out my laptop only to find out the battery had died. ‘today is not my day’ I cry. It has been about 12 minutes and the professor hasn’t turned around, I got bored, I might as well browse for some memes on my phone before she does. It was at this moment that I hear a familiar voice, shy and polite “okay class welcome to the first course of…...” that’s weird it was almost as if it was mine. I look up to the shocking view that is my professors face. She was…… me.
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