Note: stuff in Italics is not stuff from the dream, it's stuff I'm commenting on.

Sunday, Aug 14, 2005: Lucid experience here.

Wednesday, Aug 17, 2005:
I was in a school bus with my class, going to an excursion somewhere. I knew(saw?) that my friend Lisa was in the bus as well, and I wondered why she was going.
(She's in a grade lower than me, and I thought it was unusual for 2 grade levels going on the same bus on the same excursion)
I was sitting at the front of the bus, and the seats had nice wool covers on them. I was sitting at the part where two pairs of seats was facing each other, one facing forward and one facing backwards. I was sitting on the seat facing backwards, on the row of seats on the left side of the bus, I was at the window seat. I saw my school bag at my feet. No one else was sitting with me. I was waiting there for a few minutes until it got boring, and I remembered that I'd probably get carsick if I kept sitting on the backwards seat, so I started to shift to the seat facing forward, but I decided to sit back down again.
(I would say that was probably because I was already comfortable in the seat I was sitting in)
Soon, the bus stopped, and I got off.
(I can't remember how I got off the bus)
I started walking, and realised I forgot my bag, so I turned left and started heading up the ramp, where I saw my bag lying on the ground. I wondered how it got there, but I started going up the ramp to my bag. I remember that I passed by a boy to my left when I was walking(running?) up. When I picked up my bag, it was unusually light, and when I kept going up the ramp to follow the group I thought that I should've gotten the small messenger bag I used once before, instead of my usual backpack, because there wasn't much stuff in there. When the group stopped, I kept walking up to the teacher at the front to see where we were heading.
We were in a small park-like area. I saw a footpath going forward, and one to the left. between those two footpaths, I saw a sign facing Diagonally at us. It looked like there was large green text on the top, bullet points in black text, and a bright(or dark?) line separating the two.
(The black text was setup as if they were bullet points, but there were no bullets)
On it I couldn't read all of it for some reason,
(Oh wait, it was a dream.)
but a few of the bullet points started with the word "Gun" or "Guns", and I quickly thought it was a shooting range or something. I asked the teacher where we were.
"uh, where are we?"
"We're at the police station"
(The teacher, strangely enough, was my Form Teacher for this year.(Grade 10))
I thought, "cool, an excursion to the police station."
Someone (The teacher/another teacher/the guide/couldn't tell) told us to leave our bags at the tables behind us. I turned around and saw a pair of (picnic?) tables. I put my bag with the other bags in the table and started to try to get through the group of students to get back, when I saw my friend, Mark. He looked unusually young.
(Mark was in the same primary school as me, and we went to different high schools, so I very rarely see him around.)
This was when I realised that this was a dream. The Mark I was seeing was something out of my memory, and then I saw Jack, so I kinda just guessed that this was an excursion made of my friends. Then, I decided to try to fly, but when I crouched down ready to leap forward, I thought that I shouldn't, because of my previous dream, where I woke up. that and people were still standing in the way, so I thought that I couldn't fly anyway. So, deciding that I was at a Firing range after all,
(Do police stations have firing ranges? well, there was a sign directing you to buildings about guns, maybe this one did.)
I walked past the groupd of students, walked up to a table,
(dunno how it appeared though)
(closed my eyes?) and thought about a glock appearing on the table. I put my hand about (maybe?) an inch and a half above the desk, as if I was summoning something, and when I (opened my eyes?) and look at the table it was there. I picked it up and started shooting in random directions.
(Can't remember which directions I was firing in)
I realised that I might have shot at my friends, so I'd better stop shooting. This was when, all of a sudden, the scene disappeared, so a black abyss. all that was left was the glock I was holding, and the table where I picked it up from.

This is where my memory goes fuzzy, I think I woke up because I heard something on the roof. probably a possum. Still, it was nice to see one of my friends from primary school.