So, I dreamed that I was on a bus, and my bus driver was none other than the hated teacher at my school. As in all of my other dreams, I didn’t find anything wrong with this, but I did feel like something was off. All of a sudden, the bus stops and she turns around and says, “Alright, I want everyone to tell me where the lord God told (what she probably berkata was Moses, but I just looked it up right now to find out what the story was. Because I didn’t know anything about the 10 Commandments, the word ‘Moses’ sounded garbled. Things in my dream that I don’t know anything about are always blotted out, like in Slughorn’s memory in HP 6) Moses the 10 Commandments and name the eighth commandment. I won’t alih this bus until anda do.”
Well of course I stood up and said, “You can’t do that. This is a public school. It says in the Constitution that there’s a separation between Church (or Temple, atau Mosque) and state! Even though we aren’t on school grounds, so long as we remain on this bus, we’re on school property and anda can’t make us discuss the bible atau force your religion upon us.” (That is definitely something that I would say in real life.) All I remember after that part is that she got mad at me, because then the dream shifted.

It was my school still, but it was apparently during the Holocaust atau something. This part’s kinda blurry, but I wasn’t ME in this dream, I was some other person my age. The weird part was, I KNEW that she wasn’t me. I just kind of sat back and let the other person take control. She was hiding in one of the supply cabinets because raiders would come into the school and steal everything. I knew what would happen if she didn’t get caught and didn’t get her little item that she was trying to hide stolen, and it was my job to make sure that she didn’t until I reached the part that I knew what was going to happen. Confusing, I know. That’s probably why I can’t remember anything past that little bit of the dream.

It then morphed back into my original dream. The bus had stopped in the middle of a forest on bahagian, atas of what was probably a 30 foot high blow-up rock climbing wall. The only problem was, I wasn’t in the bus, I was on the ground. The teacher told me that if I hated the bible so much I should use that to climb up the rock climbing dinding to the bus. My reply was also exactly something that I would say in real life: “That doesn’t even make any sense, not that I’m surprised. seterusnya to nothing that anda religious-nuts say makes any sense at all.”
I did start to climb, though. I reached to grab the blow-up rocks when suddenly the teacher shouts that I need to sing the Alphabet backwards while doing it. Then the rocks changed into alphabet letters with faces and started Singing like the little letters at Kandi Mountain in the first Charlie the Unicorn.
Then I woke up.


This might sound like a really irrelevant artikel for this club, but it’s not. It actually has a lesson: dreams are random, strange, weird, and most of the time make horrible plot ideas. Just because something appears in a dream does not automatically make it good, nor does it mean that anda should ever siarkan it. Cassie, Youknowit, just because sparkling Vampires appear in a dream does not mean that it makes sense atau that it’s a good idea. Don’t use, “Oh, it was part of her dream” as an excuse for sparkling vampires.