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Meeting a lost lover...

At the beginning of my last dream before waking, I found myself on a school bus/tour bus. The expedition was being led by my high school primate biology teacher, but I didn't recognize any of the other students on the bus with me. We were on a long drive, so I was getting settled in with various activities, including sorting through a cache of colored pencils so I could do some drawing.
My seat-mate was a young, good looking black man who was familiar to me as a boy named Charlie who used to torment me in middle school. In the dream, he was good looking as ever, and still quite interested in using teasing as a method of getting physical with me. Along the ride, we made a few stops - first was a gas station/grocery store. I hopped off the bus to stock up on some snacks but when I returned, I became frustrated with my own bungling. First I lost my asthma inhaler. It fell to the floor, but my searching was in vain until my father appeared and found in buried under a jacket several seats back. Upon retrieval, I returned to my seat and began enjoying a snack. But it turned out it was someone else's snack and I'd consumed such a significant portion of it, I couldn't hide the fact that I'd made a mistake. She wasn't angry, but I felt awkward.
Finally back in my seat, I had somehow lost all my pencils and snacks and now Charlie was trying to get me to lie down in the seat with him. The bus was on a roll again, however, and I was completely distracted by what I was seeing out the window. We were rolling into a town, passing by a park. On the ground were these huge hail chunks - the size of chicken eggs. I didn't remember that it had hailed, or if it had, we missed it. I could definitely feel that the temperature was getting colder though. Rolling through this town, we passed by a middle school that actually looked an awful lot like Eckstien, in Seattle. We drove so close that we were actually inside the building, passing by a school dance that was under way. I felt like being silly, so I started throwing gestures and making like I was partying too. I was met with a lot of angry faces that took offense to my rudeness. As we exited the school, I suddenly found myself out of the bus and on foot. One of my boots had fallen off and I was trying to get it back on. One of the offended kids from inside had followed me and was approaching with vengeance in his eyes. I sincerely apologized and told him I was only having a little fun. He softened and finally smiled and backed off. With my boot back on my foot, I turned to get back on the bus, only to see it rumbling off into the distance.
I ran towards it, but it was a dream run, where the harder I tried, the slower I ran. I watched the bus disappear around a corner ahead. When I reached the corner, I realized that there were busses all over this little town that looked identical to it. I was in Wenatchee, in the winter, at dusk. I had no phone, no money, and no idea where the bus was headed. Just as I realized how hopeless my situation was, I saw a man walking past me and his face was familiar. He looked at me and recognized me instantly. Chad!! We embraced instantly and I felt an overwhelming feeling of synchronicity. Yes, I had lost my bus, but here was someone I've been trying desperately to get ahold of in the real world. He's an ex-boyfriend from many moons ago, who I managed to lose touch with before I could meet him as an adult and apologize for the awful adolescent things I put him through. I've been searching the internet for his presence, calling mutual friends for a connection. Nothing.
Then he finds me in the dreamworld! When we hugged, we both marvelled at the feeling of each others' faces and hair and smell. He was so familiar in the dream. Many times, in dreams, I won't even really feel when I touch or hug someone. It feels sort of empty and inhuman. But in Chad's hug, I felt not only the familiarity in his touch, but the wholeness of his being right there in the dream. He was equally amazed to see me and invited me to walk with him. I explained my situation but he didn't seem to care. He led me to the lobby of a hotel and gave me money for cigarettes. (He was always a heavy smoker, as was I when we were together.) I went to the clerk at the hotel desk, bought the cigarettes and ran down a list of questions about how I might track down my missing bus. She was no help at all and I suddenly realized, there was no more bus. Whatever field trip I was on was already over. The point of this dream was not to remain on that trail, but to end up here with Chad, where I could finally apologize for perhaps my worst offense to our relationship - the offense that led to our not speaking for the last 10 years. As I returned to my seat next to him, cigarette poised for a light, I said "I'm sorry..." I meant to finish the sentence, but just then I woke up. In my heart, I had properly apologized and though I tried for a good while to return to the dream, it was gone. For a while I lay there, enchanted by the feeling of familiarity in his touch. When he hugged me, I felt the love we once had for one another. It's good to know that exists somewhere. Even if it's only in the dream world.

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