I just had a dream where I went to "school" with a kid I knew in 6th grade whose name I think was David, Hima and Chris Edley. We all looked just as we do now (no idea what this David dude looks like, probably BAD, he was ugly). The David kid sat next to me and was like a world-class painter and "agents" would come and watch him draw during class. They were talent agents but wore black suits and black sunglasses. I think my stupid monkey brain got caught up on the word "agents" and combined them, who knows. I was working on a painting of a hillside that caught fire on the first day. The bell rang or whatever and I walked out of class which was held in a trailer. After class we all worked picking lettuce heads outside of the trailer and tossing them into a huge cart. A bunch of stuff happened I don't remember and we had the next day of class which involved bombs for some reason. We were still painting but the teacher was talking about bombs and some kids were playing with bomb-looking things behind us. I finished my painting of a burning hillside but one of the students took it from me and sat on it and when he gave it back, the entire hill portion was solid black and the painting was ruined. I was pretty crushed cause I was supposed to repay a debt with the painting or trade it for something. The next day of class, we walk in and only half the class was there. The David kid starts walking around and suddenly yells "OH SHIT" and he grabs me and like another random person. We kick the door of the trailer off it's hinges and everybody starts jetting, and this first-person jetting scene lasted like a quarter-mile. There never was an explosion, I think my brain couldn't formulate one and ran out of scenery to randomly generate while I was running. I woke up on the floor next to the sofa.