I need Dream Interpretation - anybody want to help?
Posted: April 3rd, 2008, 11:42 am
OK. Here's the dream I had this morning. What does it mean? Do any of you dabble in dream interpretation? Or feel like you know me well enough to offer some insights into what you think my psyche is telling me?
Thanks!
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I was riding on a bus going to somewhere or other and there were a lot of other people on the bus. It was full capacity. We were like a community of people. Everybody seemed to know each other quite well.
I got to a point where I realized I didn't want to go to the destination where this bus was heading. So, somehow (and I'm not sure how because this was a dream and it was all surreal), I pulled the bus over to a break in the median strip, and I was going to get out, figuring I could walk back to where I was before we left, even though it was many miles.
I started getting off the bus and the bus driver came up to me and said, "You can't get off here! This is dangerous! Plus what about the rest of the people?"
And I said, "Well that's why I pulled the bus over into the break in the median strip. So I could get out and you could continue driving everybody else to where they are going. I didn't turn the bus around to go in the opposite direction! I don't want to go where this bus us headed any more!"
He answered, "This is not the appropriate place to do this. It's very dangerous. You will have to walk all the way across to the other side of the highway and there is a lot of traffic coming. I will turn the bus around for you to let you off at that restaurant across the street, then turn it around again so everyone else can get to where they want to go."
I said fine, returned to my seat, and he did a u-turn to the other side of the 4-lane highway and let me out in front of the restaurant. "Wait inside," he said. "Look out the window. When I get the bus going back the other way, you can go."
I sat and looked out the window drinking a cup of coffee and a few minutes later, I saw the bus headed back up the other side of the highway so I figured it was OK to leave since that's what the bus driver told me.
When I walked out of the restaurant, there was the bus driver waiting for me. "What's going on? Who's driving the bus?" I asked. "I got the guy with a beard from California to drive it. He said he had some experience driving a bus, " he answered.
I told him I was worried that they were going to get where they were going safely since he wasn't driving the bus as he was supposed to be doing. I told him I also felt a little guilty that my decision to get off the bus had effected so many people.
"Don't worry about it, " he said. "They'll be OK. I'm going to walk with you because you shouldn't be walking alone. It's many miles back. It will take us several days."
I agreed and we walked down the highway on the shoulder with cars and trucks zipping by. Several times we had to cross the highway to get to the median strip because there was a sidewalk there and he told me he thought it would be safer.
Once we had to climb a wall to get up to the sidewalk. I could barely reach the railing on top of the wall and had to pull myself up with my hands. I realized my core muscles were quite week and was pisesd at myself for being in such poor shape. He had to help me up.
When the sidewalk ended on the median strip, we'd cross back over again, taking our chances running when we saw a break in the traffic, as the cars and trucks were coming very fast.
I found it interesting that we were not alone. During our walk down the highway which lasted quite a few hours (I was getting very tired), we saw other people on foot who were walking the same way we were walking and having similar troubles. We'd wave to them and acknowledge them but we didn't walk together.
It was a big concern of mine that when I got back, I'd find a warrant for my arrest for hijacking the bus in order to get off of it or some other charge having to do with illegally impeding a public transportation vehicle from going to where it was supposed to go. I was also very worried about the other people on the bus and hoping they got to their destination safely.
Oddly, I didn't know this bus driver very well at all but for some reason put my total trust in him to keep me safe on my journey. I was honored that he was so concerned about me, that he got off the bus to accompany me.
I woke up exhausted and I wanted to go back to sleep to finish walking back to where I wanted to go back to because I knew we had a couple of days of walking ahead of us and wanted to get on with it.
Thanks!
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I was riding on a bus going to somewhere or other and there were a lot of other people on the bus. It was full capacity. We were like a community of people. Everybody seemed to know each other quite well.
I got to a point where I realized I didn't want to go to the destination where this bus was heading. So, somehow (and I'm not sure how because this was a dream and it was all surreal), I pulled the bus over to a break in the median strip, and I was going to get out, figuring I could walk back to where I was before we left, even though it was many miles.
I started getting off the bus and the bus driver came up to me and said, "You can't get off here! This is dangerous! Plus what about the rest of the people?"
And I said, "Well that's why I pulled the bus over into the break in the median strip. So I could get out and you could continue driving everybody else to where they are going. I didn't turn the bus around to go in the opposite direction! I don't want to go where this bus us headed any more!"
He answered, "This is not the appropriate place to do this. It's very dangerous. You will have to walk all the way across to the other side of the highway and there is a lot of traffic coming. I will turn the bus around for you to let you off at that restaurant across the street, then turn it around again so everyone else can get to where they want to go."
I said fine, returned to my seat, and he did a u-turn to the other side of the 4-lane highway and let me out in front of the restaurant. "Wait inside," he said. "Look out the window. When I get the bus going back the other way, you can go."
I sat and looked out the window drinking a cup of coffee and a few minutes later, I saw the bus headed back up the other side of the highway so I figured it was OK to leave since that's what the bus driver told me.
When I walked out of the restaurant, there was the bus driver waiting for me. "What's going on? Who's driving the bus?" I asked. "I got the guy with a beard from California to drive it. He said he had some experience driving a bus, " he answered.
I told him I was worried that they were going to get where they were going safely since he wasn't driving the bus as he was supposed to be doing. I told him I also felt a little guilty that my decision to get off the bus had effected so many people.
"Don't worry about it, " he said. "They'll be OK. I'm going to walk with you because you shouldn't be walking alone. It's many miles back. It will take us several days."
I agreed and we walked down the highway on the shoulder with cars and trucks zipping by. Several times we had to cross the highway to get to the median strip because there was a sidewalk there and he told me he thought it would be safer.
Once we had to climb a wall to get up to the sidewalk. I could barely reach the railing on top of the wall and had to pull myself up with my hands. I realized my core muscles were quite week and was pisesd at myself for being in such poor shape. He had to help me up.
When the sidewalk ended on the median strip, we'd cross back over again, taking our chances running when we saw a break in the traffic, as the cars and trucks were coming very fast.
I found it interesting that we were not alone. During our walk down the highway which lasted quite a few hours (I was getting very tired), we saw other people on foot who were walking the same way we were walking and having similar troubles. We'd wave to them and acknowledge them but we didn't walk together.
It was a big concern of mine that when I got back, I'd find a warrant for my arrest for hijacking the bus in order to get off of it or some other charge having to do with illegally impeding a public transportation vehicle from going to where it was supposed to go. I was also very worried about the other people on the bus and hoping they got to their destination safely.
Oddly, I didn't know this bus driver very well at all but for some reason put my total trust in him to keep me safe on my journey. I was honored that he was so concerned about me, that he got off the bus to accompany me.
I woke up exhausted and I wanted to go back to sleep to finish walking back to where I wanted to go back to because I knew we had a couple of days of walking ahead of us and wanted to get on with it.