dream fragment

I'm walking down the street, back home from school (which is strange enough, since it's the school holidays) and it seems like it's taking for ever. I know my dad's car is parked just around the corner, but it's dark and cold and I don't feel like walking. Then a large bus pulls up. I stop, and so does the bus. I look up. The driver is oldish and gives the impression of being mad. There's a skeleton in the back of the bus.
"Don't worry, he's just the driver." The man says. Yes, I think, he's definately mad. I get in never the less, and as soon as the door shuts, I begin to wonder if I shouldn't have got in. I wonder if this man and his skeleton are going let me off. But then he asks "Where to?"
"Just round the corner, on the left, then stop." We round the corner and the bus stops. I jump out and get in the car with my dad, and he drives me to someone's house. It begins to get lighter. I hop out the car and my dad passes me my suitcase. I know I've never been to this house before. The walls are white and there are fancy lights on the walls. The stairs are to my left. Then the dream ends.

My second dream could be part of my third dream, but these are dream fragments:
There is a lake. I am on one side, one friend on the other. The lake is green. There are trees either side, and mud directly next to it.

Something is floating in the lake. A duck? It's grey. My friend on the other side reaches for it.

We walk under a bridge. The bridge is familiar... it's a brown rope bridge.

My third dream takes place on the lake. We are supposed to be going canoeing, but my friends are puzzeled when we are asked to get into a bus.
"Don't worry, I know what's going on. I've been on one of these before. Put a helmet on, strap yourself in and they hold the bus high over the lake" (that's happened in a previous dream) We all wear grey helmets, and everyone on the bus takes ropes and straps themselves in. There isn't enough left for me, so I grab on to a small piece just in time. The driver is having some fun. He bounces the bus up and down, and I bounce loads because I'm not strapped in. It's dead fun though.

My first dream was after my alarm goes off in the middle of the night.
First there's a nice, dark room. It's made of some sort of dark, reddish wood, and the fabric is in the same dark tones. There's a table here too. I sit at the table and look about, wondering where I am. Then a rather old man with grey hair, and thick black eyebrows walks in. He isn't wearing a shirt , and he's quite flabby and has a hairy chest and I swear I can't see any pants on him, but so far he's behind a chair. He can't see me.

Then I find myself in a tent with no memory of the wooden house. The tent is large, blue and pyramid shaped. I remember my old school field , but when I look over my shoulder I can't see the school. But I know this is my old school field (a recurring place in my dreams!) because of the way there are hills on one side and trees bordering the whole field, hiding a wire fence. Behind me where the school should be, there is just fog. I don't know what I'm doing here, but it's like there's something just behind the trees I need to get to so I start running across the field.

These were just hazy dream fragments. When I woke up in the morning, I can't remember either dreams immediately, and I'm frustrated. So I lay down and try to do an early morning WILD, which in the past have sometimes been successful. But today I'm not asleep enough or my sister is making too much noise because it doesn't want to work. I think what happened next might have been an OBE. I could feel my thumb in my palm, even though my hands were one on each side of me. I rub my right thumb in my left palm a bit as I begin to feel my other hands too, my 'real' hands, both at the same time. Then I move my real hands, and I can feel my hands either side of me. My thumb no longer feels like it's in my palm.