Dream Journal
I was on a large tour bus, one of three busses traveling in a group, and we were going to park and unload in my father’s back field. A large circular dirt driveway had been created just for these busses to unload. We were the first bus to arrive, and then the second followed. I helped with getting people and their stuff off of the big silver bus, and then went back for my bag. The bus was still filled with people and I found my bag under the very back seat.
I decided to wait for the other bus because B was on it. The scenery changed from my fathers back field to the middle of a warm city in the states. A lady I knew as my aunt appeared and brought me to her home, which was in a building just across the street. We entered the building and followed a convoluted maze to get into her home. Once we were in she picked up a remote control, hit a button, and the orange window shades rose. The place was full of college-aged people - mostly males. I figured that she was letting a lot of people stay at her place, and that it would be different than the last time I stayed there.
She told me that things were pretty much the same since the last time I had visited. I told her that I was still waiting for my fiancé who was on the last bus to arrive, and that I would go wait for him. She said that was fine and I left to go wait for B’s bus; on the walk out of the building I realized that B was no longer my fiancé, but now my husband. [This all makes me realize (not within the dream, but from my waking memory) that I have dreamt about this place before, and that I had stayed with this ‘aunt’ with her orange window shades within the other dream at a time when I was merely engaged to B. The events were different, but the scene was the same. Somehow my dream knew that.]
I went back out to my fathers back field as the third bus drove up. The passengers unloaded themselves as well as their belongings, and yet B was not there. I turned and saw a male friend of B’s sitting with his feet propped up on a table behind me. I knew who he was, but we were not friends. I asked him where B was and why he wasn’t on the bus like he was supposed to be. He never looked up and gave me some story about B meeting a really hot broad and having sex and that’s why he missed the bus.
I knew that he was lying about the story, though he wouldn’t admit it. I reached under his leg and grabbed some flesh right at the point where the buttock meets the scrotum meets the thigh. And I pinched hard. I asked him again where B was. He, in much pain, told me that he had no idea. I released him, finally confident of his answer, and went to ask other passengers. I turned from the table and saw the bus and area deserted. I couldn’t find B anywhere, and no one could help me.
Themes: B