School taken over by drug dealers

I just had a dream,
a perfect mixture of strangeness and coolness.

Just chilling in school,
then the school gets taken over by drug dealers,
all holding machine guns,
except for the leader--
he has a pistol.

I was scared as hell,
but I thought the leader looked pretty cool,
with his sunglasses
and hair slicked back, latino-style,
and his crucifix.

For a second, just a second,
I imagined myself being him--
but then I snapped back to reality.

The principal came, trying to act in control,
and started negotiating with the drug dealers.

I didn't understand what they were saying,
perhaps they were debating over drugs or something.

That's weird,
my principal involved with drugs?
Hmmm, weird.

Anyway, the leader looked a girl,
and said "I want that chick."

The principal said "no,
she is a student of the school."

"I don't fucking care.
Give me the chick."

She said: "No, I have to maintain my chastity."

The leader got pissed off, and yelled:
"Give me the chick right now!"

"No!" barked the principal.

The leader held his gun,
and I was close to him,
and he looked at me,
and at that moment, I knew--
he was going to shoot me.

So I ran the fuck outta the place,
running for my life,
somehow none of the bullets hit me.

Then me and some folks hid in this secret place,
just behind the science lab.

We were scared as hell,
but I thought everything was kind of exciting.

Then, after a few hours, someone said,
"Get out, suckers!"

We thought it was the dealers,
but it wasn't--
It was our badass principal,
together with the students.

The girl looked okay,
but I didn't know her,
so I didn't really care,
but maybe I did,
just a little bit.

"They're gone now.
Cops showed up.
No one got hurt."

Pause.

"Except the drug dealers.
They all died."

I felt kinda bad for them,
dying a quick but glorious death,
but I guess that's the path they chose,
the path anyone could choose.