07-16-2013 -- I am trying to park a bus in a small driveway on a small culdesac of a residential neighborhood, while trying to apply the parking brake. Unfortunately I cannot find it in time, and soon the bus has rolled completely back on to the street. Somehow there is now a second bus driver, and he is trying to park the bus in the driveway, but in the last few seconds somebody has put some trash cans in the way and somebody else has parked a car there, and he has a much harder time trying to park than I did, even if he knows where the emergency brake is. Meanwhile, I am wondering if he is going to need the key I took from the ignition when I exited the bus. But it doesn't seem like it. Soon we are both back at Mears, being yelled at for trying to work together, before things start shifting, and I somehow jumped in and saved the other driver for an accident or something, and am trying to get a job there again. In the dream I am thinking since I am trying to go back to the same department instead of a different one, perhaps they'll hire me. (In real life, I might have a small chance in a different department, but they will not take me back in the department I used to work in.) They send me to the DMV for a comprehensive review of my driving record, a file which the DMV is supposed to send back in a sealed package, but instead they just hand it to me in a basic manilla folder. The guy who is supposed to make the decision on whether or not they will hire me back is passing the buck something fierce, and refuses to decide whether he can accept this unsecured record or not, and tells me to check with the big boss, who happens to look just like Leland Stottlemeyer (Monk), but he kind of disappears right as I am trying to approach him, so I have to wander over the entire property looking for him. At one point, I decide to wait in his office, and find I need to go to the bathroom, so I use the restroom in his office. Everything goes smoothly, but as I exit, his assistant is yelling at me, saying nobody is ever allowed to use his restroom, and I am in so much trouble. I wave it off as rediculous, but leave again because I don't want to listen to him screaming about it. I finally manage to find him, and he says that, considering what I did to help the other driver, of course they will accept the unsealed report, since that is what the DMV provided. I head back to the first guy and tell him what his boss said, and he says that if I pay the money they still show me as owing from the last time I worked with them, they will rehire me. I'm worried it will be something huge and inflated, because I know that I didn't actually leave owing them any money, but it turns out to be something like $85 or so which they are charging me for one of the dinner shows I watched while waiting for my customers. They are free, a gift from the places for our bringing in the customers when there is a spare seat available, but they have decided to charge me for it. It is a small enough amount that I am willing to pay it to get back to work.
Let's All Go to the Lobby! I found myself in a large lobby of what could be a business building in a large city. The lobby was expansive and tiles and had massively tall ceilings, even though there were many, many floors in the building. I spent some time walking the halls and various floors, as if I were searching for something. At some point, parts of the corporate building began to merge into something of a convenience mart, but a palatial one. Finally I came to a front desk type of area and felt that this was what I needed to see, and I had in the back of my head that someone told me I needed to pick up a piece of 'legal' paper, something that looked like a receipt. However, the woman at the desk, or receptionist was VERY curt with me and yelled at me, telling me something along the lines of "instead of being courteous, why don't you try doing the right thing?" or something. I became upset because I was doing what I felt I was supposed to do, by filling out this yellow card. I got very angry, maybe it was the 'customer is always right' mentality, but I was furious. I walked around some more trying to find what I was supposed to do, until I came back to the front desk, and another person 'helped' me, by telling me that I needed to fill out a this specific yellow receipt paper pad... the same one I was just denied. At this point I said 'fuck it' and had made quite a scene. I started yelling about the incompetence of these people and how they just like to yank people around, and I went over to a section that had nothing but these yellow pads, or papers and I furiously ripped them up. As I did so, I realized that I just might make a couple people unhappy, so I turned and made my way to the door so I could exit, but I was on the second floor and I couldn't find a good way down. there were 3 escalators, but they all came up to me from the floor below, or went up from me into the floor above...but with a little searching I was able to find the escalator that went downstairs, and I headed towards the large revolving doors, when I saw that it was stacked with security, I doubled back, and headed down a different hallway on the first floor I could FEEL the security coming after me, and since I wasn't running I thought I'd be able to get away alright, but the security was gaining and gaining on me. It was then that I realized, "wait, I'm dreaming... I can rectify this simply." So I stopped running and stepped into the wall, as if it weren't there. Calmly I stood and watched through the wall as the security continued down the hall, completely unaware of me. I confidently stepped out from the wall, accomplished, and woke up.
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