Last night's dream was all about High School and riding the bus.

I had already graduated college, but was planning to take some high school courses. Apparently that was a semi-normal thing to do. I wasn't sure which classes I wanted to take, but I thought maybe I would try some Spanish classes. I was walking with Jen out to the bus stop (yes, I was going to take the bus) and the bus was approaching when I realized I didn't even have a bookbag, and thus I wasn't nearly prepared for school. I stepped backwards rapidly away from the bus stop so that the bus driver wouldn't stop needlessly, and then realized I didn't need to ride the bus anyway, since I could easily just drive.

My next scene was in a room that was used for observing some classes that were taking place outside. The one we were observing (so that I could decide if I wanted to enroll in some classes at this particular school or not) was a science class, maybe physics, but it was rather elementary. The students had to get water to fall from something that was hanging into something that was stuck into a table. I think the only purpose of the session was to learn that a larger bowl could catch water more easily than a smaller one. I heard multiple students say something about "surface area." Yeah, elementary. But I was planning on taking Spanish, not science. I'm good with science.

Then I was on the bus home, I believe, but the cafeteria lady from MPI was in the back of the bus serving me alcoholic beverages. When I opened up my wallet to pay her, I had a pile of twenties and lots of other bills, which is strange since I never carry cash. I paid what i hope was an appropriate amount to cover tip and realized that I had not gotten off the bus at my stop. I tried to get off at the upper entrance to my family's property (yes this is in pennsylvania, where all my bus-riding memories take place, and the "upper entrance" is the one by frieden's church), but couldn't get out of the bus for some reason. Fortunately Kenneth Seyfert was on the bus, and he offered to give me a ride home since we live so close together.

We (as in a large number of already-graduated students) got off the bus, which was no longer a bus but a train. We watched it approach a junction in the railroad tracks and saw that another train was coming up the other track. We didn't know what to do so we just watched in fear, wondering if the trains would collide and come careening off the tracks at us. Fortunately the second train only barely hit the back end of the first, putting a large scratch in the back end. The conductor of the first train got off after both trains stopped and gave us a lesson on how to warn a conductor of impending doom.

I was then back in my high school, and we were rehearsing for a concert. I couldn't tell which band was playing at the time, and I couldn't remember which instrument I was playing for that band. Eventually I walked out into the auditorium and my bell choir from college was waiting to rehearse, conducted by none other than Mrs. Stephanie Wiltse! I started playing with them, but then had to get back on stage for another quick band rehearsal before the concert began. There were suits set out for everyone, but I already had nice clothes on for bell choir (and in HS there were always some of us who wore some of the wrong clothes if we didn't have time to change between different groups). Suddenly the concert was starting! It began with the band, and Grant Smoker was conducting. The first thing he did was press play on a CD player, which began blasting some hardcore rock music. Nick jumped up on stage with his guitar, plugged it in, and began playing along with the music. I was excited to see how the rest of the band was incorporated, but they never got to join in. After about 30 seconds of nick and the CD, one of my professors from Calvin walked on stage, turned off the music, and declared how disappointed she was in the performance, declaring the concert cancelled.

And that's all I can remember. The End.