Dream Saga - Pt 1(?)

I won't be writing this using my typing quirk mainly because I don't have the energy, but because of how much I'll be writing here and I want everyone to be able to read this and at least try to understand it the way I did literally living through this dream I had. There was a completely different dream before this one that was just as vivid, but I just NEED to write this down before I forget it all. 

The way it went was that I was in a very high budget school setting in study hall or just something that involved the library. I was sitting on the floor in front of a table, next to a kid I know in real life, with my bullies from my actual school in the right corner of the room, causing them to end up in front of me, but a few feet away and a bit off to the side. They were making it blatantly obvious that they were making fun of me as they were loudly saying how "someone in the room needs to TAKE A SHOWER, it smells horrible in here!" And just laugh with each other as their eyes looked at me, and then away whenever I noticed them and looked up. Eventually I got sick of this, since it was early in the morning, and my friend doesn't need to witness what I was going through and worry about me, so I just looked up at them and said "Jesus Christ, would you just shut the f#ck up? Like I get it, you hate me, now stop talking so I can focus.. " they just looked surprised and pissed that I snapped back, so the main girl(who I also know irl) just walked up to me, raised her hand, and bapped me on my forehead. It didn't hurt, but it definitely confused me since I thought she was going to thrown down right then and there. I'm not sure why, but the teacher proceeded to be mad at me for it, and I went off on her, saying I was sick and tired of being mistreated because of how I act and what I identify with (I dress alt, am openly gay, and am autistic). 

After that, I bolted out of the room, feeling all sorts of emotions I both couldn't/didn't want to understand, and continued running until I went past my favorite teacher(Let's call him Mr. H). He was confused as to why I was running, but eventually began to get a sense that I was going to do something horrible to myself, so he went into his classroom and grabbed something before chasing after me, but I had already turned the corner so I'm not sure how far behind he was exactly nor what he could have been grabbing. I kept running, turning corners, and being a total mess before stumbling upon a hall of kid's classrooms(I could tell by the decor and cubbies) and a not-so completely open door at the end, leading down a small section of stairs into what one could only describe as the single largest kid's playroom I've ever seen in a school, only there was no tables for coloring/playing games, no toys, no forts, nothing. Just giant building blocks made from the same thing gymnasts used as mats. I went past a dividing wall and found a corner seating area connected to the wall a good distance away from a big tv hanging  down from the ceiling. Since it was completely empty, I just sat down and continued being upset as Dollhouse by Melanie Martinez began playing throughout the room. 

After a good long while, this blonde haired girl(knew her irl too, we'll call her Emily) and her boyfriend walked halfway down the steps before noticing that I was there. Emily asked if I was okay, but I think her boyfriend got uncomfortable or something because he nudged her, and gestured that they both leave. She looked at him, then me, then back and him, and waved while looking a little bit concerned for me. I kinda wanted to ask what his deal was/give Emily the answer to her question and confirm that I was fine, but they were gone by the time I got up the stairs. Instead, Mr. H began walking down and turned to look at me, seeming relieved as he walked down the hallway to talk to me. 

That's where it ended and I finally woke up. 

I have no clue as to why the hell I experienced that, but when I woke up and thought over the whole thing again, I could feel nothing but emptiness and sorrow mixed with a bit of confusion. I couldn't understand at all why that played out the way it did, but then I thought, and realized that if I didn't find that room, then I probably would have done the thing Mr. H thought I would do. I genuinely think I would have committed suicide at the end of that dream.