Last night's dreams lacked the narrative form that I usually experience. My mind is a mush of chaos, so I am somewhat expecting this to be the norm for a while. The dreams had a common character and there wasn't much distinction between them, so I'm equating them to one dream.
*start of dream*
I was sitting in a movie theatre, which was actually a church. There were theatre seats and some random couches. I was sitting on a couch while the co-star of my dream was lounging across it. I don't recall the movie or any other details except there was a child bouncing at the opposite end of the couch.
The next thing I knew, my dream's co-star and I were checking out the amenities of a motor home Winnebago. It was rather rustic inside, but it would be perfect for the cross-country trip we were planning.
Then we were standing at a bus stop. A bus, the 146, come around the corner, taking out the bus stop sign. As the sign fell, it knocked over two people, one of whom was holding a small girl. The bus driver called out, asking if everyone was ok but rather than getting off the bus to check, he just continued on his route. I was mad because the people who were knocked over were waiting for that bus.
*end of dream*
Now I don't even know the 146 route bus, so I'm not sure what it means. And my dream co-star is a real person who I know and see regularly, but has gone AWOL this past week. I presume because he doesn't do sad well.
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