This dream started off with me riding home from a teaching job on a bus. As I was boarding, the bus driver crashed into a parked car. I was still standing on the stairs waiting to pay my fee when the bus crashed. My head crashed into the hand-rail. Though my body was not badly harmed, my mind was a little messed up. After the crash, I had lost the ability to make decisions and I lost part of my memory... everything concerning relationships was gone...
The bus continued since no one else was really injured. But the driver had to pull over at the next major stop and everyone had to get out and wait for the next bus and the driver had to be questioned and take care of legal matters and what not. The next stop was the place where my dad worked.
On the way there the bus driver was mumbling and whining and complaining how that parked car really was at fault and how she was so innocent and whatnot. It was hard to understand what she was saying because it was all so fast and soft and hard to understand. She kind of scared me because the way in which she was mumbling it was kind of psychotic. She was also really annoying because she had a sugary sweet, overly girly voice.
I was just standing there listening to her. There were empty seats but I couldn't decide if whether I wanted to sit down or not.
My basic logical and intuitive abilities were all there so I could understand what was going on around me.
When we got to the stop, I got out (because everyone else was doing it) and she got questioned by the police.
I had to decide whether to wait for the next bus (which came at 2:30) or to call my folks. I couldn't even make that simple derision until my mom called me because she was worried. She finally decided to pick me up. I waited forever and then grabbed my huge luggage bag out of a locker near the front of my dad's work. (I don't know where the heck that came from, because it wasn't with me when I got on the bus and I don't know how it got there, but it was mine and it was heavy and cumbersome to lug around.
Then there was a gap in the dream.
Then a few days later I was supposed to meet this random guy that I never met before. (Remember, my past and present relationships were gone as far as my memory was concerned.) I was at home and he was late, and I had a hard time deciding on a lot of things, including whether I should go or not.
I ended up driving to this random residential neighborhood. But I was driving from the back seat and I really don't know how I did that or how I got there.
I was sitting there waiting and out of nowhere, the person jumps in the back seat puts his arm around me and starts driving. Then he starts admiring and flirting with me in a way that is very flattering and attractive and it made me feel really good. But something didn't feel right, but I couldn't put my finger about that and I felt a twinge of guilt. *Remember, I had lost all my memory of my past and current attachments and relationships, so that was why I couldn't put my finger on it* But even with that, it was weird that I felt guilt despite the fact that that part of my memory was gone. Maybe my guilt and my feelings weren't something that's exclusively in the head, but its part of the rest of my being. It might have not been direct guilt, but maybe it was a guilt for not feeling the guilt that was supposed to be there.
Anyways, that continued. And I was still somewhat puzzled about everything and how people were able to drive from the back-seat. But then I had the feeling we were going the wrong way (heading north). I had a gut feeling about this and I thought about telling him that. After a fit of indecisiveness, I finally told him that we were going the wrong way and we needed to turn around as soon as possible. We got in an argument and finally he turned around. We also got out of the car and switched seats.
(at this point, I got out of bed and decided to lay down again with my head facing the other way. I was completely aware of what I was doing in both dream world and reality.)
After the turn around, I was driving. We stopped at a horse stable and rode black horses.
Then we kept driving, and we passed 3 schools in a row.
Then my dream ended.
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