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[b]Jeremy Hart[/b]
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The whole situation was growing more ridiculous, some of the kids starting to bicker with the rabbit, questioning his motives. And the thing responded like an untrustworthy character in a story. Jeremy thought to himself that he really needed to stop listening to his students talking between themselves about the latest childrens-movie or computer game. And when had he last read [i]Alice in Wonderland[/i], in his opinion the second book was much more engaging from an intellectual standpoint. The fact that many of the youths around him were advocating for his own thoughts of this as a dream kept striking him as self-critical. Was this his minds way of showing that he had doubts about something? A stupid notion to be sure, must have been something else, like how he should deal with his fellow teachers always mentioning that P3 syndrome. It was simply some new disease affecting young kids, they'd eventually find a cure.

As the big fellow arose from a pool of shadows and started talking with the rabbit. Was this supposed to be some monster of the dream? The reaction of his surroundings would indicate such, some of them even starting to run away.
But Jeremy didn't feel that usual urge to flee that instilled itself in a nightmare, looking at the man, and his eyes...
Something was strange about this dream, why hadn't he woken up yet. As he had all his wits about him it should mean that he was about to wake, but even thinking of it and trying to open his eyes didn't do anything but make him seem silly widening his eyes.

Opting for the logical conclusion, that the dream was simply a weird one, Jeremy turned around and started walking away from the big man, following the others running ahead. It couldn't hurt to leave, right?