Lucid Time!

My subconscious seems to run out of new material.

Some dream about me mixing up my fourth/fifth hour classes. Both classes were going to the library or something and I went with the wrong group. The teacher complained to me for going with the wrong class and I told them I was confused. So I went back to the other class, and the teacher who was leading that class said that I should be with the other class so I brought both teachers together and they started arguing about which class I should go to the library with.



I was in my sub and saw a plume of smoke. I ran toward it with increasing concern that... yep my house is burning down. I freaked out and yelled that somebody call the fire department. The entire subdivision was deserted except for me and I woke up in panic.

I was riding the tech school bus and the bus got pulled over by the police. They tell us that they are doing a random security check on this school bus. Everybody needs to put their backpacks on the ground in the street and the cops are going to look through them to make sure there are no weapons or drugs or whatever.
Okay, big whoop. It's not like there's any... Oh my god there's a giant knife in my backpack!? Why the heck is that even there? What do I do? I'm going to go to jail! What do I do?! I know, I can throw it into the drain by the side of the road. Or maybe I can hide it in the bottom of my bag and nobody will ever find it. Or maybe I can put it in someone else's bag without them noticing. You know this doesn't seem right, I feel like-
God dangit.