Some of the occurrences and characters in this dream are easy to trace back to my actual life. Others, I sincerely hope, were fleeting aberrations of the mind.
ANDY and I decided to go on a road trip. We packed up all the food, and then I had to go to a substitute teaching job before we could leave. I rode my bike to the school, which was actually a shopping area called "Mall 205" near my house. Suddenly I was on my way home again, but somehow got lost. I decided to take a bus, and a hideous CREEPY WOMAN, who I thought to be the driver, sat down next to me and started rubbing my back. The bus drove me farther and farther away from home. I started to panic. I told the actual BUS DRIVER my predicament, and he reassured me that he knew where to drop me off. In my elation at these words I kissed him: the middle aged, salt and pepper haired BUS DRIVER. Then we held hands and walked back to the bus. Rather disturbing in retrospect.
When I finally exited the bus I called ANDY. I was many hours late for our road trip so he had already made new plans with ROBBIE and some other people. There were still 6 available seats, he told me, but I needed to get back in time to go. For some reason I thought it would be a good idea to go into a dance club, where I ran into SARA STILL. This was a thrift store/dance club combo, so I started shopping, and found a pink leotard to purchase for only $2.95! What a find! We went outside where we encountered DAN SMITH with a gang of his Portland friends lounging on patio furniture. Everyone was playing charades when suddenly DAVID BOWIE walked into the club. Before I continue, you should know that in this dream, DAVID BOWIE is a WOMAN. As I was saying, MS. BOWIE, dressed in Labyrinth garb, walked into the club and heard me shout some idolatrous words at her. MS. BOWIE came back with a biting remark about annoying fans and stormed off. "You were always like a mother to me!" I cried after her. At this point, DAN SMITH decided it was time for us all to leave and said he would give me a ride home.
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That's funny because I had a dream about pirates that night, and I think Andy may have been in it.
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