Sand, Busdrivers and Hilary Swank

Dream 1: I was at this school and someone from work was there with me. We were going into the building, back from lunch break and I knew there was something sinister going on. Lorena (the work friend) was insistant that we go back. Fine. I agreed. But I knew it meant we were going to die.

For the afternoon, we had a choice of classes. The Sand class (which I knew what was going to happen) or the Surprise class where I had no idea what to expect there. I opted for the sand class.

The instructor came in, while I scoped for exits. The classroom had windows and they opened. Whew! I was okay. The instructor brought in a specimen. A shrunk human being in a jar of sand. He opened the jar and showed us the human, by cutting it open. He told everyone that we were going to be the next group of specimens. He was very calm, like this was all normal. He left the room, and the room started to fill with sand.

Once the instructor was gone, I opened a window and wrapped a cord around me from a machine and lowered myself down the window. I swear it looked like a long drop. But I reached the ground quite quickly. I was unwrapping the cord when a couple of teachers, by a set of doors noticed me and were calling for backup and started chasing me.

Since my running sucks in dreams, I opted to steal a car. First thing I found was a big honking truck. So I took off with that. Truck was slow though. I head the teachers call for the cops. They saw the truck. I knew I had to ditch the truck. I ditched it not far, in a residental zone and then stole a older car that just got parked in front of a corner church.

I drove all the way to the airport. I had my passport and had a ticket to go far away from here. I was going through all the airport security checks and was about to be going to the plane when someone escorted me back to the front where police were waiting. I caved in and said, "Fine. Book me! I'll do my time. But you have to know why." I was about to tell them about the sinister school when I woke up.

Dream 2: Far shorter than the previous. My brother, Pat, was a bus driver. It was the middle of winter. I was on the bus with him, asking for advice on a friendship matter when the bus started stalling and breaking down. He said to call mom for help. That was when I woke up.

Dream 3: Hilary Swank and I were on a sports team together. We had just won a sporting event of some kind. Not sure what. She also had short Tasha Yar hair. It looked...okay. We were leaving, heading towards the parking lot. She was wearing a dress. Not sure what I was wearing. Anyways, there was guy coming up to her. He and Hilary seemed to mend something from a fight they had and kissed and made up. I went off to start the car.

Since I didn't have a car, I had to steal one. I found one, next to a truck with someone in it. He insisted that one was a good choice. So I started it and realized I had to leave quickly. So I told Hilary to have the guy take her home instead and I was hottailing it out of there. I only drove a few blocks when I heard the police coming behind me. I knew I had to switch vehicles. So I turned off into a residental area and parked the car when I woke up.