Night of April 19, 2013. Friday.

This is another dream where I revisit my teenage years to take some review tests. A few friends are with me. The teacher seems nice. I am not sure of the grade; it is probably eleventh grade (but some sort of intermediate association to make up incomplete work). I seem to be back in Florida. The questions are mathematics-based, and I easily answer them, as I already had seemingly done this a few times before, but it is something to do with time taken over test scoring in this case.

A little later, the location of the tests changes to some benches under a larger shelter in a large park (but still near a school building), it may be Lake Katherine. It seems to be at night and it is very dark out.

I decide to get up and walk around to get a break from the test. I am vaguely aware that I had been hovering and floating about in the air (I do that in many of my dreams) and become semi-lucid.

In the far distance I see a fairly high mountain to the north. A volcano is erupting (the school building and park shelter are to the east), sitting atop the highest area of a larger mountain (instead of the smaller separate volcanic mountain being at ground level) and I see larger rivers of lava flowing down from the mountain on the right side of it and a little more on the left, but not as thick and glowing. It even seems to be near a high cliff. I even have a brief thought about there being no mountains like that in Florida, but I still accept the scene. I run back to my classmates shouting “Volcano, volcano!” and point to the north. There will probably be time to get away, as the volcano is far off. Or so it seems…

I look back shortly and see that the scene looks completely different even though it was beautiful and “perfect” when I first saw it and there was no doubt it was real. The “volcano” is really close now, but it is mostly only some sort of large billboard (of Lava Soap) that is just across the road from where we are. Also, there is some sort of electrical problem everywhere, causing lights to go on and off. I walk around (the other students had joined me) and there is something about the school closing up for the night when the teacher returns. I notice that some lights are from a large porch extending out on an embankment just off the road.

I see that there is a very large electric rock tumbler on the porch (bigger and about twice as long as an oil barrel and aligned east and west) and making a bit of louder rumbling noise and also causing the lights to flicker on and off in the house and high-set porch (it seems no one is home). I had one when I was much younger, but only about the size of a coffee can. They are used to smooth down stones, using about three or four erosive stages (each sand grade a size smaller), to make them more suitable for jewelry. There is also a bit of red-colored muddy waste water flowing out from a rusty hole in the rock tumbler that only looks vaguely like lava. So this is what it is all about.

And a little later, we are back in the same area. I see a large flow of water, mud, and rocks that is fairly close, and start shouting “Mudslide! Mudslide!” (Perhaps the rock tumbler broke this time.) Not much else happens.