I met John Hurt in the school hallway. He was standing amongst other people, so I asked for and obtained an autograph on a post-it note. He told me his full name was Sir John William Hurt. We kept talking as we headed outside. In the stairway, he asked me what I call him, and I said Sir John William Hurt (although IRL, his name is Sir John Vincent Hurt, but I didn’t know that at the time). He said just John Hurt was okay, but I insisted, stating that I called him that because I looked up to him. We separated. I think he continued downstairs while I headed out the door.
In the parking lot, there was a sign saying no buses June 16. I started panicking, whining to everyone else there about how I had no way of getting home. Then I somehow got to taking turns trying to draw something in a Hyrule Historia with
a few people. They were trying to show me how to do it right, but I was only getting worse. Someone passing by closed the book wrong, folding up the page. I hastily reopened it and made my way to the page to fix it. Someone tried to sit down beside me and I accidentally discouraged them, so when their friend tried to sit there I encouraged them to make up for it. Meanwhile, my friends grew tired of trying to instruct me in drawing, as I desperately tried to keep their attention.
Now I was in a car with some others. I needed a ride home so I got one. Since they didn’t want to go out of their way, I told them to drop me off near my grandparents’ house. As we got to an intersection I asked if we were turning right. They didn’t answer, so I told them to drop me off here. They didn’t, and continued onto the highway. I asked if they were turning around and they said no. I asked to be dropped off by the highway. I said I had told them to drop me off earlier, and that we were now (somehow) just as far from my destination as when we started.
They pulled over and we decided to have them U-turn onto the railway tracks to bring me closer to my destination. I knew it was illegal, but for some reason there was a lady acting as a traffic cop to tell us when the train was coming. She was located beside the tracks at a point where they temporarily swerve away. We passed in front of her where there were no tracks, as she didn’t warn us of any oncoming trains.
We continued along the tracks, which were once more in a straight line, though we were zigzagging to avoid speed bumps. The driver didn’t want to hit them, insisting that train speed bumps are too intense for cars. I ignored him and (somehow) steered us over a few. We approached the turn into my grandparents’ neighborhood when suddenly a massive car (perhaps a Hummer) appear from around the bend going the opposite direction. We swerved left and I jumped out of the car. I climbed onto the leaf tunnel that covered the road and tried to jump through it, but it had grating that stopped me. Hence I climbed down directly onto the road (something which now strikes me as remarkably dangerous) and ran across the bend.
There was a tiny blue car with a rounded pickup-style trunk instead of backseats, though it only had room for one person. I knew they were somehow waiting for the driver of the hummer to jump in and make a getaway. For some reason, I hopped in, and ducked with my hands on my head, hoping they would notice me and drive off without noticing I wasn’t their collaborator. They started driving off, but quickly turned around. I realised they had noticed I was someone else and quickly got out and ran. I figured I was close enough to my destination to walk. By now aware this was a dream, I thought of how much more adrenaline pumping action could of taken place, as I tried to get out of the minicar. I would probably have to wait for them to stop at a traffic light.