Dream Journal

I was hanging out and traveling with a group of friends. We were looking for a particular place. . . . Highland something — a restaurant or bar. I had an idea of where it was, so we all got on a bus and set off. On the way we passed some red and yellow buildings. It went on a long ways, crossing a wide river at one point without bothering with a bridge. I suspected this wasn’t the right way, and when we arrived, Highland wasn’t there. I checked my maps again, and this second location had also closed, and it was now open at the red and yellow houses we passed a long while ago. But there was a bar type place where we had arrived, and we went there. I wanted to get back on the bus to get to Highland but everyone else seemed happy to be there.

Rebecca was there occasionally. We were all having fun, but I got the impression that it was Halloween, and I wanted to get the kids back home for Trick or Treating, or else they’d be disappointed to miss it. Rebecca was happy to stay there. So I called out to them and got Jamie, and then asked him to wait while I got Holly. When I found her and went back, I found that Jamie had gone on. In the end I think I lost track of both of them.

But I found myself back on the bus. It traveled the weirdest routes. Going up one street, it came to a stop sign, and the people in front of us set up signs in front of us for us not to pass. So the bus driver instead drove down this steep little decline to another road. I was looking down at the packed dirt below us, and while doing so the bus shrank to about 2 feet wide. Then when we reached the previously full sized-road, the road itself shrank to about two feet wide, and the bus drove carefully along it before both the road and the bus widened out again to normal size.