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FUKK U OLOLOL

(First hateful comment ever, although terribly constructed)

So I'm male, in my late teens and attending secondary education in the UK. At this age, it must be natural to question my sexuality, right? But I've been have strange vivid dreams about this and I can't get them off my mind. I'm particularly worried as I found it difficult to study today with the dreams still circling my head.
Its a two-part dream that took place in my school. The first dream was a couple of nights ago and the second was last night.
I'm having trouble remembering all the detail of the first one but here it goes. It begun with me walking a corridor in my school, it seemed a normal day, pretty busy. My form teacher walks out in front of me, I say hello, I'll address him as 'Mr.B' here.
You might need some background info here. At some level, sometimes I feel kind of 'gay' for this teacher, it sounds stupid and I feel embarrsed even typing it, he's twice my age, married and has kids. But his personality, humour, attitude and musical talent are all so endearing to me, I really can't help it. He speaks with the students at a personal level and often tells my form class about his past, his father dying, his first child being born, taking drugs throughout his life etc. He said he could never connect with his father and it always stuck with me as I feel the same with my father.
So I meet him, we make small talk until we reach my locker area, he goes upstairs to his class and I turn to my locker. Strangely, there's not many people except a group of older students studying for an exam. It's strange because their lockers aren't even here, they're standing with 3 boys on one side and 3 girls on the other, I get the feeling they're making jokes at me for talking to Mr.B. Next I realise Mr.B has left one of his books on the ground, I lift it and take it to him. He's in the middle of a class and I give it to him. He says thanks and begins to tell me about something else he lost, some thing that goes into a violin and tells me to keep an eye out for it. At the back of my mind I feel sick as if he's using me but it also feel like irrational thought.
At the beginning of the next dream, I'm in school again and have no shirt on. I'm carrying the bass Mr.B gave me.
It was the schools old bass and was falling to bits. I said I was looking for one and he gave it to me for free. That actually happened in real life, not in the dream.
I walk through my locker area and pass some other boys in my year. A couple of them are also carrying guitars and are walking in the same direction as me, up the stairs to Mr.B's classroom. Some of the boys I don't always get along with and we rarely talk. They're making wisecracks about me not wearing a shirt and how dumb I look walking around topless. I keep going to Mr.Bs class, I don't even know why. I enter and the group of boy are there also still laughing at me.
Mr. B appears but strangely he also has no shirt on, this part made me jump it was a shock. He's ripped, like he wouldn't be in real life. The boys stop laughing immediately and leave. I say to Mr. B that I need to talk with him, he sits on the table and tells me to go ahead. I laugh and tell him its 'gay' for us both to be topless. I mean it in a sense that gay is bad and laughable, not suggestively. He laughs, agrees and tells me that all male teachers swop shirts a day every year as a kind of joke, his new shirt didn't fit. He said the name of the teacher who swapped him shirts but I can't remember who.
Something else was said but I can't remember that either.

I really can't get this off my mind and it feels as if the dreams are not over. It felt relieving to type this up here.

What do you think this means?

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