06.27.13 - 10:00 am

the last dream of the evening involved surviving a school bus crash. the bus drove over some embankment and landed front first and upright onto the gravel below, a bright orange tower of screams and broken glass. sitting in the front, i would find out the driver did this intentionally, and planned to then kill any surviving students with his gun. i was fortunate enough to escape and ran through a densely forested upper class neighborhood looking for help. i finally came across a man working on his finely manicured yard to lend me a cell phone after much convincing, just as the driver caught up to me. naturally the bus driver tried to persuade the person i was just crazy. of course he didnt kill anyone! i ran off with the phone and circled back to the crashed bus to wait for the police to arrive. the police were taking forever to get an officer out, and i had to fill my time hiding in entryways and under decorative yard shrubs. when an officer did finally come out, the bus driver shot him and disguising his voice, telling dispatch everything was ok. he then hid the car and body. as the chase continued exhaustingly through backyards, the bus driver turned out to be my dad (though not visually), the bus crash never happened and i was merely in the middle of a schizophrenic episode. my dad was chasing me so i wouldn't hurt myself, turned the cop away so the law wouldn't get involved and everything else was just in my head.

i didn't like not knowing which reality was actually occurring and had tried several times to stop having this dream.