I (think) I was going to school on a bus. Then somone screamed and died. No one cared. Then we heard scratching in the back seats next to the dead body. Then we cared.

The bus driver pulled over, and we got out. One of the thick kids opened the boot of the bus (dream logic) There was a murderer there. We all started running up a hill, and we found a bus. We got in the bus and started driving to school. (Why, idk)

Then somone else died in the back of the bus. More scratching. No one cared. Everyone in the back of the bus died. No one cared.

Then there was a cutscene sort of thing. You then saw a motorbike in front of the bus. The motorbike driver was a maniac, who had a razor blade in one hand. They shoved the razor blade into their face. The bike exploded and the driver screamed, before we saw their (demonic) spirit slam into the bus. The front of the bus exploded, no one died, but a piece of glass hit the bus drivers hand. The dream ended with the bus driver crying.

Wasn’t that a fun dream?

Idk why I dreamt this was happening

WHAT. THE ACTUAL. ****.

Ew. I never want to have a dream like that. I barely have any friends anyway. My friend chose some popular kid over me. And I wasn’t cool enough to hang out with them. BOY WILL SHE REGRET IT WHEN IM A FAMOUS ACTOR. Yep, that’s what I want to be. So very different. All I really want to do is be on Doctor Who. Preferably as The Doctor. God I’m weird

I k r I g h g? My mind is so very creative