How odd a dream . . .
The bus came to pick me up for school . . . at my old trailer that I lived at when I was 6 . . . but I was the age I am now.
It was raining so hard, the bus couldn’t make it to school. The bus driver then took us to an alternate place, and dropped us off. The alternate school was the trailer down the road from me.
I go inside, and it’s Tiffany Flinchum’s house.
She tries to convince me to stay, but I beat her up and leave.
Ugh.