Motorcycles

Date: 7/15/2019

By Rochlet

So for some reason I’m back in middle school and my school has this very strict security so there are guards at every door. Usually students have to get a pass everyday from the front office to show that they’re supposed to be in the building but instead of the pass I had a card to show the security guards. The card had my name and a barcode on it and allowed me to pass through security without being searched every time I entered the school. Well for some reason my card wasn’t good enough but the guard let me by with a warning to get my card fixed by tomorrow. I was so upset about the guard that I just wanted to go home so I snuck back out of school and got on the bus. I’m sitting on the bus with a old classmate of mine and we look out the window to see another bus drive past us with kids opening the emergency door periodically and jumping out onto the highway. We look over and see the driver of this disaster of a bus is a classmate of ours in the dream but he strictly resembled Five from The Umbrella Academy. Neither me nor my friend are very worried about the children jumping out but we look at each other and say “I don’t think he’s ready yet.” So I’m watching the bus for a bit longer and it’s swerving, going too fast and just having a terrible time all together when my friend taps me on the shoulder and says “[someone]’s going to take point.” That gets me to look up and see that we’re all dressed in black and on motorcycles now. As we speed off I wake up with my whole body still slightly tense from the acceleration.