Uncontrollable Moses (November 9th, 2007)

So first there was water. I was walking along what I'd call a ridge, more spesifically a path on a ridge. On either side of this narrow piece of land was water and waves. A lake, I think, not the sea. On second thought, what I walked on was kind of a land bridge, if that makes any sense.
The ground eventually smoothed out, and turned into hard sand. And this ground was level with the water, but somehow the water didn't flood over it. It stopped at the edges so that it made a dry path for me to walk on. In the waking state I think of Moses, as if he'd been walking in front of me just five minutes ahead. There weren't any walls of water such as I associate with him though, it was all even.
And I walked unto this to the shore on the other side with grass and flowers (and I think there were people there too), but as I walked along the sand with water splashing on both sides, I was a bit stressed and worried, 'cause I thought it was going to flood over and cover my path.
This is very easy for me to interpret, I do understand, for a change.
Then I was at a school. Must have been a damn modern school, 'cause it certainly did not look like one. Definitely inside, but lots of open space and built in many levels. And there was mayhem. Everyone (the pupils) screaming and running around, not frightened, but just wild and uncontrollable. And the teachers, perhaps five or more of them, were trying to get control of the mess, but it was quite hopeless, and some of them were quite stressed out. My teacher from juniour high was there too, wearing white (which I assure you is quite absurd and I think you'd agree if you knew him) but he was quite calm and did nothing but walk around carrying something. In fact, I am not sure he's capable of being stressed out.
At last one of the teachers got the idea to blow a whistle, and things got calmer and quieter.