Capoopy's Dream Journal

I was kind of in Harry Potter in a way. I was a wizard, anyway. My class went on like a field trip to this island. When we got there there was like a mansion that you go through that must've belonged to the guy that owned the island or something. When we were there I stole a book and put in in some pockets inside of my robes. The whole idea of this mansion place reminded me of Howe's Caverns, a local cave system. When you go to Howe's cavern, you go into this guy Howe's mansion thing first then go into some elevators which then go down into the cave however many feet into the ground. Anyways this whole thing where we were reminded me of that. I don't remember the next few minutes but it was raining and we were being taken to some place outside where there was this very dangerous but very important liquid. The tour guide person said it was the most valuable imported substance. It wasn't imported though obviously, it was a naturally occurring substance there. My brain must've just confused the words imported and exported. Anyways once we got there it was raining quite heavily, the sky was gray, and it was all like an open field with grass but there was the liquid stuff to the right, which looking a lot like water. Except it was kind of bubbling. It looked like water does when the rain hits it, except multiply that effect by like 10. We walked past that up a little hill, where there were trees and forest and stuff. I remember passing a big rock to the right. I forget the next few minutes, but I remember it was close to the end of the tour, and the tour guide/ guy who drove the boat to the island had quit, and the teacher (who was actually my 5th grade teacher in real life) was guiding us. My mom and brother (who i have no idea why they were with our class :S) had stayed behind to look at something. It was bugging me that the class was leaving and they were lagging behind, so I ditched them and hurried to catch up with the class. I got there and the class was all on the stairs with the teacher in front on the phone. She was calling someone to pick us up on the island, since the guy who drove the boat had quit in the middle of the tour (i think because our class was misbehaving) and had taken the boat with him. The teacher was mad at the guy, but I figured it was just a mistake and that if he had remember that we would need a ride back, he would have had the decency to bring us back. That's all I really remember from last night. I remember waking up several times remembering dreams, but I don't remember any details except swimming around in what I think was a hotel lobby with shallow water in it with a table in the middle of it.