The first thing I can remember is being on a school bus. A mini bus, at that. I think we’re driving to a camp or something, and we’re picking up this little boy. We drive out of his neighborhood, but he realizes he forgot something. I ask the bus driver to turn around, and he does. Now we’re half way to the whatever, and the boy realizes he’s sick. He gets very pale, and all sorts of stuff. The rest of the bus is worried that he’ll throw up, but the bus driver doesn’t want to turn around again. We keep asking him over and over, and finally he gets fed up and walks away from the wheel. No one is driving at this point, and we’re about to crash into something, so I run up and take the wheel. I drive the boy home, and his mother is very thankful.

The next thing I can remember is being at a house with Stephie. It’s not her house, but I’m guessing it is is her house in this dream. We’re talking about corsets, and Stephie brings up somefink about a lunch lady at school who’s sister made things like corsets, and she wanted me to help her choose one. So we go to school and for whaveter reason the cafeteria is packed. Stephie talks to the lunch lady, and she brings out catalogs of the things her sister has made. We’re leifing through them, and I’m explaining the difference between a bodice and a corset when the lunch lady appears again. But she looks different this time. Her hair is long and flowing, and she’s wearing a beautiful dress. She starts talking about her sister, and I’m examining the books she’s holding. They’re very thick, with a huge leather cover. For some reason I can see through the cover. I see bloody, human hands, arms, and an eye. I ask her what’s in the books. The lunch lady doesn’t say this exactly, but she lets us know that her sister is in the books. I grab Stephie and run.

Someone stops us from leaving the cafeteria. It’s this man who’s the play director. We have rehersal, he tells us. I tell him I’m not in the play, but in the pit. “No, you’re in the play!” he says, dragging me over to a sheet on the wall. There’s my name on the casting list, attached to a cute yet exotic name. He makes the kids in the cafeteria form a circle around us. The play opens, and I miss my first cue. My part is of a young girl with a very childish attitude, a sort of exageration of her own. I think she has a love interest, but I don’t remember. And we were running and dancing about the cafeteria, rehersing. Then the director stopped us, and restarted the scene. This happened a couple times. I finally got the opening cue.

I don’t remember much else.