I had a dream I was an in-patient in a mental institution, only the mental institution resembled a daycare center, only the daycare center was filled with people I used to know who thought I was an idiot.It was nighttime. I sat on a bed raised four feet off the floor with only a white top sheet on it behind a large bookshelf, one end of which was pushed against a wall. On the opposite side of the bookshelf I could see an assorted group of my former classmates sitting cross-legged on the floor with their faces turned up to an old television with rabbit ears on top of it. No one saw me or heard me, or seemed to be aware of my prescence in the least. I slid of the side of the bed and noticed I was wearing only an ivory nightgown, then walked around the end of the bookshelf and stood watching blue light from the television on the people's faces. One of them turned their head and looked at me with a deadpan expression, then returned their gaze to the television. I walked across the room to a wooden door, opened it, and stepped through the doorway. The door closed behind me. Apparently it had been raining because the asphalt was wet and sparkling on the road that lead up to that end of the building. All that lied outside in the night before me were an orange flourescent streetlamp, the road, and grassy hills extending forever on either side of the road. That's the end. I don't know what the dream means, but it doesn't make me feel good.