Dream

Last night's dream was absolutely bizarre.
It started out in school. I had just come from something Harry Potter related, which had somehow caused me to believe that Voldemort might exist. He had a locker in our school, which was several down from mine (place where my 10th grade locker was). I attempted to open it several times, but finally ran off to Physics. Then it changed somewhat, and instead of going to Physics I went to a place where there were the four house tables. My friends and I were seated at Gryffindor. Nearby was the Ravenclaw table, which was sorely underpopulated due to the swine flu. I looked around my own table and saw that there might be space enough to fit the lonely Ravenclaws. I turned to ask how many people they had left, but already more people were arriving-- too many to fit at our table. However, I still felt bad for them and asked if there was anything I could do. They told me of some strange problem which I didn't fully understand, but with which I could help. It was very heavily sci-fi related. And so, when everybody left, I was on the Ravenclaw's something-- it was sort of like a space ship-- and remove things from what seemed like a giant circuit board, in order to.. I'm not sure, actually. I think to keep their ship from crashing. So then I was done. But I had to get out as quickly as possible afterward; I don't know why. I stepped out of the door, into what then was a jet plane. For awhile I was just in the plane; I didn't really know what I was doing. Then, Sam was their with me and it was descending. But i had planned all along to jump. I knew we had to. He, on the other hand, seemed surprised. Unprepared. So, as we began to get within jumping height, I shouted, "Get the parachutes!" Sam ran into something like a closet and grabbed a small box full of something more like plastic bags, which we were supposed to hold onto. I told him to go first, because I didn't want him to die and I could trust myself in an emergency. He went. I saw the- a- monorail out of the plane's window and so stuck my "parachute" out the door in an attempt to slow the plane enough to save my life. It worked, and I landed in Syracuse. I met up with Sam, and some kids that were, in the dream, our friends but whom I have never met in real life. We were walking along the edges of bridges and riding in buses and cars, giving the effect that we hung around the area quite a lot. At one point Sam and I were in a bus and his friend called down to him. I knew that Sam did not hear and yet I didn't alert him, because I didn't feel like dealing with the two of them for the rest of the day. I felt guilty about that for the rest of the dream. There was something about a sister... she had blond hair... that I don't remember clearly now. The friends must have been really well developed in the dream. And for some reason, perhaps just because he could, Sam jumped off of a bridge and into heavy traffic. He was fine, as he'd known he would be, but I was exceptionally pissed off at him for pulling such a stunt. Our friends were caught between humor at him and agreement with me. Somehow, though, that eventually faded into just us two in the city, me following him so as not to get lost. We got on a Centro bus, where people ushered us on, scanned our faces, and told us to get off. After I got off, i felt lost. I didn't know where Sam was. I thought for a moment that perhaps I'd have to go back and find his friend who had beckoned him. I thought that maybe that was the most just punishment for my ignoring him before. Then I happened to look in the front window of the bus, where I could see Sam, alone and asleep. I started shouting that he had to get off the bus.He woke up and did so, but then ended up on another bus that was in reality a car. I was livid at him for leaving me alone in a city where I couldn't navigate myself. I'm not sure why, but I became increasingly upset thinking, pull the line! Just pull the line and stop! And realized that there was no line to pull. I woke up furious and confused.