The dream started out at a school and there was a huge celebration. Meanwhile I was outside at a remote grassy area at night time hanging out with a group of people. The scene was breathtaking, for about a mile was flat grassland but in the far front there was a gigantic hill. It looked pretty awesome.
I left the scene and I went towards the school and about to enter a classroom but it was in the middle of a ceremony but it was greatly frowned upon and the second I stepped in another peep intervened and rudely rushed me out of the room since and had the mentality of "If you can't be there at the start of it, don't come at all!" Kind of thing.
I walked in another room and I saw sat on a chair but lo and behold about 2 seats away from me was FIDEL CASTRO and it dawned on me that this was in celebration of him. As much as this was intended to be a joyous occasion, one student bluntly wrote a hate letter and he had the balls to deliver the letter to him in person. Fidel opened the letter and read it out loud while the student was still standing in front of him face to face. "I think you are a traitor." He said in a heavy accent with obviously an escalating angered voice "......you are a disgrace." He paused and then grabbed the student's arm and gripped it visibly rough...that when I first got scared. He get go of the students arm and continued to read the letter again ".....a thief you are." I vividly remember the distinguished heavy accent with his voice. I never thought I can get scared of a voice like that. Think of Stromboli's voice in Pinnochio but much, more devious trying to hide the anger in disguise of a calm and collected one.
He then stops reading the letter. Stands up and takes out a gun and slowly points it at him for a second but instead immediately points it at him, specifically he pointed it at the tip of his nose. "Cheeeza!" and let out a big laugh as if this was the comic relief to release the tension. I found it rather chilling to say the least.