Bus Dream - Very Weird...

I had a weird dream last night.


I was waiting for a bus to take me home from Somewhere in Southern Ontario (I think).

It was in a bus terminal, except that the terminal looked like the creepy, underground tunnel bus stop @ St. Laurent mall.
There was a man there, with a creepy look about him - as in he looked a bit like CMOT Dibbler. Complete with battered, horrible hat and weedy mustache. He wore a brown and camel coat - subtle plaid or hounds tooth, I think (not sure which) - decent quality, but not excellent.
I didn't like him.
He did the whole "What, I'm just bein' friendly" thing, and he wouldn't leave me alone. I think he might have put a hand out to stop me leaving.
I definitely cut him, across the back of his forearm, with my knife.
That being the wooden-handled paring knife from my kitchen drawer. Don't ask me what I was doing carrying it around, but I'm glad I had it.

I remember wiping the blood off (bright red that turned dark very quickly) with a tissue from my purse, and being very careful around the blade because I didn't want to cut/prick myself and get his blood in me.
I dropped the crumpled up, used tissue into a public garbage bin, and walked(?) away.


I went to a different bus stop. On a different route. Standing by myself on the shoulder of a fairly empty, lonely road.
The voyageur bus came and picked me up. I got on, and gave in my ticket, looked for a seat with no-one beside me.

There was one at the back.


But when I sat down, that same guy was there.
He laughed. He probably meant it to be a nice laugh, but I didn't take it that way.
His daughter - who looked about seven, or maybe nine - was curled up, sleeping, across two seats, beside him. She had dark hair.

I poked him with my knife - just a poke with the tip, nothing that even broke the fabric, let alone the skin - and went to find another seat.

At this point I should mention that the inside of this bus was built more like a plane. As in there were three columns of seats, rather than two. The aisles were very wide - it was almost a whole room in there.

About halfway up the aisle I squeezed myself onto a three-seater bench/seat/thing that was already populated by two girls and one boy. They were dressed like university students who might have been coming from a rave, or possibly a pajama party. Or some combination thereof. There may have been a pink-tasseled party hat (the cardboard kind made in the shape of a cone?) on one of the gals. I'm not sure. She may have just had hot-pink ("few-sha"!) streaks in her hair, or something.
The boy, I think, must have been asleep (or at least dozing) because h didn't do too much during the rest of the dream.
I think he and the two girls were dating each other - in some combination, possibly a poly triad, possibly a poly angle. I'm not sure. It's also possible that the two gals were just friends w/ benefits or something, but I definitely understood that the boy was romantically linked with at least one of the gals.
I squeezed in beside them, explained (I think) what the hell was going on.
They understood. (The gals did, anyway. The guy was oblivious. Not bad, I should point out, just not involve. Not much beyond part of the scenery). The gals took turns sitting with me. They were friendly and casually affectionate (in an "I'm not afraid to touch a stranger" kind of way, not an "I want to do you" kind of way) with me. The one sitting beside me put her hand on my knee in a "<*pat-pat*> I know what that's like" kind of way.
I think the seat could be put back to make a make-shift bed.
I think I was supposed to end up making out with one of the gals.
But the dream was over before anything like that happened, so I could be wrong.

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So that was my weird dream. :-)

Any thoughts? :-)



In other news: The bedroom clean-up goes... reasonably well. I'm at the point where it's down to the scraps of paper that I don't know what to do with. (I confess I'm fighting with the urge to go through all the loose paper and throw out the obvious garbage VS shoving it all into two paper bags and getting Paul to sort through his own junk when he gets home).


But, otherwise, not bad. :-)


The internet, in addition to being For Porn, is being annoying. As such, I think I shall make this post now, and leave it at that. :-)


[EDIT: The top floor of my house now smells like hair dye. I hit the shower in ~20 minutes. (Whee!) Clean-up continues apace. :-) ]


- TTFN,
- Amazon. :-)