Post a dream.

[Woo]

kay... I just woke up from this one, it was kinda weird. I was at college, though it was a mesh between my last school and my college at the moment. I was hanging out with a friend of mine, and she decided it was time for us to catch the bus home (Strange, because I walk home. it would take more time and effort to catch the bus than it would to walk.) So we both get on the bus together, and its a double decker, we sit on the top level, at the front. This freaks me out because I'm sure at every turn and bridge we're going to topple over or crash or something. We drive for what feels like hours through dark, rain drenched streets. These streets are a mesh between the town I'm in now, Manchester, London, and Paris oddly enough. Eventually we pull up on a street that I used to live on, I can see my old home from Manchester in the distance, blending in to the line of red brick houses around it, filtered through heavy sheets of rain. I know we're not heading there, but I can help but look. Suddenly I see a blurry white object, going at some speed, from the corner of my eye. Me and Martha (my friend) turn, and see my dog zooming down the road. But it isn't running, its legs are stiff and still under it, its standing perfectly still, like its a stuffed dog on rollerskates. we just shrug off that bizarre occurrence,  and go back to watching the road. We end up at a riverside, all flooded slightly in the rain, and the bus driver (who is actually one of the film studies teachers at my college) decided it was too dangerous to keep driving.

thats about it.