June 13th (reoccurring dream)

I enter a building that I assume is a school because all of the people in it are former classmates and teachers. Once a year there is a day that is completely devoted to abusing me. I walk throughout the school not knowing what to expect when a boy slightly taller than I, whips me with a long thorny stick from behind. I turn around and the boy jabs me in the eye with the stick, I cry tears of red causing me to go partially blind. I continue running through the halls trying to hide. I find an empty room with a large desk in the center. I crawl underneath it but as soon as I get under it, it dissolves. A group of girls I have never seen before hold hammers. Each one takes turns throwing them at me. Five hammers fy at me breaking my nose and causing me to stumble, but I can't run away. Finally, a teacher of mine from elementary school comes in an the group becomes distracted as I run away. I run through the double glass doors almost outside when I am tripped and surrounded by ten or twenty people. They spit at me and kick me until my ribs break. (in past dreams, it ends here with me going into a coma and dying) I manage to crawl away and run to my car. The car won't accelerate as fast as I'd like it to but as least it moves. On the drive home, I can hear the screams of the people after me. White faces with black eyes stare at me in the rearview mirror. I finally come home to my parents waiting for me, the know what happens every year and say I must stay at the house until everyone is finished with me. It transitions to the next day back at school where everyone ignores everything that happened. I have a panic attack in a glass hallway and the people surround me again like the day before. They start closing in on me and I begin to hyperventilate. (in the dream, and in real life.) I wake up.