I had a gory dream last night, one that is still haunting me and has been doing so throughout the day.

I was in school, in a small classroom that looked like a restaurant, with three large corner booths all against one wall. Why a classroom was set up like this in my mind I have yet to understand, but that seems to not be very important to me.
Everyone was talking, it was almost like a real restaurant or a dinner party....at school...anyways, someone ran into the classroom, a teacher. The teacher was in a hysteria and a general panic, she had told us that one of the teachers had gone missing.
The teacher that had gone missing had a very masculine body but was obviously feminine chestal region, to put it nicely. All I remember of her name, though, was that her last name began with a "C", so I shall refer to her as "Mrs. C", I could call her Ms. C, but I am subconsiously pushed not to with the belief that she had been married, though whether or not she had been is not important(whoah, run-on sentence! too lazy to fix it though ^.^;. I don't recall what she taught or even if I had known, nor did I ever have her as a teacher in my dream. An important thing is that she wasn't a teacher I have ever met, or anyone I had ever met before that I can recall, so I am not subconciously wishing anything on anyone in this dream. Anyways, continuing with the dream.
School halter, nobody left the classrooms, a complete and unannounced lockdown occured in the high school. Eventually, students could leave their classes and everyone went home it seemed.
Time had passed, I assume, and it was night. There was a fair in the school's stadium, for what reason I have no idea. Everyone seemed to be there, even my college attending boyfriend(whom I love with all my heart) was there, but he soon left my dream for that night. A few minutes after my arrival pandemonium and chaos broke out. People started yelling and then dashing to the school's main entrance. I, out of curiosity, calmly made my way to the gathering. On my way there I learned Mrs. C had returned....
But she wasn't as she had been when she left. Now that I am recalling this again, I am just barely keeping myself from vomiting or crying or even both. So horrid, so gruesome the image I had seen, I was not aware my mind was capable of such....such disturbing things.
Mrs. C had definantly been through a lot of things in her absence from the school. People had walked away from the veiwing with either eyes open and bugged out as if they had seen a ghost, or clutching their gut as if just suffering sea sickness. I found my way through the crowd, and eventually reached the opening where Mrs. C was. I almost vomited on the spot, but retained my posture. Mrs. C was lying on a hospital bed, and I didn't know if she was even consious. She had been dismembered and all that remained was her torso and head to lye on that simple bed. That, though, isn't enough to disturb me, what disturbs me is what's next. Mrs. C was also skinned....then burnt...horribly burnt. I could see her organs, and some bone, but as I looked at her I noticed she was still alive, her pulse was still beating, her veins still moving blood through her remaining skinned and burnt body!.... She had glasses on still, and they seemed to be part of her, sunken into her face, embedded into the tissue that still remained. Still her pusle continued...was she even alive?....could she feel the pain?...can I even call the effects of her torture pain?
I looked at her more and noticed her eyes were open, if there were even eyelids left to make them closed, I do not know. But I looked at those eyes, the one thing that can show me if her soul is still alive, and I ran. I was too afraid to look at her eyes. What if they moved? What if she looked at me? I could not handle knowing someone in that condition was alive. I ran and tried to hide, curling up into a ball of terrified, crying hysteria....


That was the worst part of my dream, the other part wasn't as disturbing as creepy, but I'm too lazy to type it....