Once, I dreamt that I was on a bus, heading home from school. There was only one problem, this bus was nowhere near my house. We'd reached the last stop, and I was forced off. As I looked around in hopes of finding something to get a clear view of where I was, I decided to try to remember all that had happened that day. Upon doing that, I realized I was dreaming but that's when it got really strange. I turned around, saying to myself that I'm dreaming and that I should be able to wake myself up. But then a voice told me I couldn't do that, not til I made it home. I demanded to wake up, but he still refused my will somehow. Seeing I was getting nowhere, I decided to try and control my dream, which I had done before when I'd figured out I was dreaming. However, I couldn't do a darn thing and the voice laughed at my, saying something I couldn't understand but I somehow knew he was belittling me. Frustrated, a walked over to the nearest car door and opened it, and then I woke up. I, too this day, have not had a dream as strange as this one.
"Harry slammed his book shut. It wasn't really a book, because the pages were made of lasers and the words were made of headless women making godless love to dragons made out of motorcycles, but it was still reading" -Thirty H's