Haven’t had much time to post about dreams over break, especially given the dearth of Internet at my home in Wichita, but now I’m back and ready to sleep. One particularly interesting dream I had two weeks ago had me sitting on a big yellow school bus, heading home from the grocery store. Home being a suburb out in the middle of some woods, with tall trees that had thin trunks (I’m awful at plant identification – couldn’t tell a pine tree from a cactus). A few people were on the bus and disembarked, and soon I was the only one left on. There was a loud clinking noise coming from the back and the driver flashed me an annoyed look. I shrug and look back towards the bus and see something rolling around. I go back there, and it turns out to be a jar of organic chunky peanut butter that has fallen out of my groceries. I crouch down and try to reach it, but every time it rolls within reach, the bus makes a turn and the jar rolls away again.
Suddenly, the bus stops. The bus driver calls to me. “Here’s your stop,” she says, “but I’m not letting you off. I thought I saw a bear wandering around here. Best stay on.” I stand up and look out the window, and indeed, there is a bear. It’s dressed in hunter garb, a vest and hat and everything, but also happens to be wearing golf-patterned knickers. The bear stretches and yawns, and now I see that it is also wielding a rifle. The bus pulls away, and the bear disappears into the distance. “I’ll just drive you around a few more rounds, and wait for the bear to go away.” Okay, driver lady, thanks for looking out for me.
A few rounds later, the lady pulls into my neighborhood again, and slows the bus to a crawl, because all of my (dream) neighbors have massed outside. They have formed a mob to confront the bear. I decide to stay on the bus. The head guy, who in real life would probably be the neighborhood association president or something, lead the other neighbors up to the bear, who no longer has his outfit on, and who doesn’t appear to have the rifle either.
The head neighborhood guy shouts some things at the bear, and the bear lumbers forward and backhands him with a huge swipe. The guy falls unconscious to the ground, and the other neighbors start attacking the bear and get mauled, individually, in turn. I take this opportunity to get my groceries and run, while the bear is distracted killing my neighbors, to the safety of my house. I kill the lights and the TV and radio, and hide out in the basement, waiting for the killer bear to move on to other neighborhoods.
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