Not Now Brain, I'm Trying to Think

It is very rare for me to go a night without dreaming. Often times, my dreams are very stressful. Last night's dream was no exception, except, it was so odd that when it woke me up I felt compelled to write down the key facts and commit it to memory.

The dream went like this:

I was in school, perhaps even high school, and I had to take a bus home. The bus appeared to be a school bus. The weirdness started right away because while it looked like I was in Louisville, and it looked like we were driving on what I think were Louisville streets, I had gotten on the wrong bus. The bus I was on was the 147, a Chicago route designation, and for some reason I knew that I was supposed to be on the 146. I was sitting in the very back of the bus, which like a school bus, had the narrow back seats and I was sitting by myself. I was panicking because I was on the wrong bus, but I could not figure out how to make the bus stop and let me off (it was a school bus, and we were getting in I-64 in Louisville.) This was part one of the stress.

Part two came when I got off the bus. I think I was at a gas station, but I had left my bag on the bus. The bag contained my laptop, a camera, and a camera that did not belong to me. in the dream I estimated the value of my bag and its contents at $5,000. I have no idea what I based that dream number on. Anyhow, I started trying to call people on the bus or off the bus to help me get my stuff back. I was unsuccessful, and then I woke up.

Its not really my most stressful dream, but I thought the smash up between Louisville and Chicago was interesting. The 146 is actually one of the bus routes I would take to get home if I were downtown, and the 147 would in fact be the wrong bus.