August 6, 1998

Age 17

This dream seemed to last a long time. I remember thinking thoughts and feeling emotions (like apprehension and fear) the entire way though while I was dreaming. It seemed very real, and although very bizarre, I believed I was in it. I am driving a school bus full of grade school age children. There is another bus driving along side me, driven by someone who is my friend (not anyone I actually recognize in waking life). We are both driving in a massive parking garage, trying to find a way out. We keep finding twenty feet tall concrete barriers we cannot get around.

At some further jump in the dream, we are outside driving around in my rural hometown. We are among some tiny one-story houses when I see flashing lights from a police car behind me. My friend driving the bus is in front of me, and I am scared that the police car is after me. I have actually gotten a speeding ticket before in waking life. I pulled over, deciding that I did not care whether I got a speeding ticket, knowing nothing would probably become of it. The police car then zips by me and stops at a house down the road where a fire truck has just pulled up with its lights flashing. Relieved, I start to drive away.

Suddenly, three or four policemen, all with the faces of Cary Grant, are in front of our buses shooting at us. I duck and serve around them, almost hitting one of the Cary Grant's, and floor it to get away.

Later, we are in the parking lot of a hotel at night. My friend and I have gotten out of our respective buses. In waking life, my family has a minivan, one with removable bench seats. We had gotten out of the buses to look at the detachable seat from my family's minivan speculating on how it got out in the middle of a parking lot. The children in the buses start to call for us to come back and drive away. After a bit of talking, we get back into our buses. That is all I can remember before I awake.