When My Dreams Start To Make Sense, I Start To Get Scared

I stand by the edge of a great lake, the lights of a city glitter on the other shore. A soldier lies on the beach beside me.
"Gasmask!"
"Gasmask!"
A yellow bud grows from the earth, and openes a sickening yellow flower.
"O! The gas falls like rain!
Get me the gasmask!
The gas falls like rain!"
He struggles, but cannot move. I stand and watch. His struggling becomes writhing, and he rolls on his back like an infant. His eyes widen, his mouth opens. The mustard yellow foam gurgles out of his throat like a fountain.
Then I woke up.

And it was 11am! School was closed and it was still snowing.

It is so cold and depressing where we live.

I want it to be Spring!!!

My mom almost went to the hospital.
Sometimes I get scared.

"Wait, don't you care I'm in the girl's changing room?"
"Oh. We didn't really notice."
"I guess I should go to the proper room then."
"Which is..?"