From: dicksilk@gmail.com   
      
   2020/04/06 Monday: Bus Ride?   
      
   While part of this dream clearly centered around a bus trip (the kind where a   
   group charters two busses) and was basically of normal clarity, there were   
   parts that were rather "symbolic" around it, and of somewhat less clarity.    
   For example:   
      
   There was a section involving a small handful of people going into a place,   
   much like folks would wander into a restaurant, however the "restaurant"   
   portion was not clearly evident.  It could have been *any* sort of   
   establishment.  Going in was    
   apparently a non-issue, but leaving was a bit different:  the dreamer had   
   removed some items from his pockets and left them on the floor, and was in the   
   act of retrieving the items on his way out.  (Reminder, the identity of "the   
   dreamer" is typically    
   undefined, and could be a "her," but writing as "his" is simply easier to   
   process, grammatically, and I'm not about to get into that Heinz 57 gender   
   crap that confused people are always yapping about.  I find the act of trying   
   to understand just 2    
   genders (mainly women) confusing enough.)   
      
   At the point of leaving, someone made sure to mention this one particular   
   object, not unlike the size and shape of a salt or pepper shaker, the last   
   object to be picked back up from the floor.  However, the dreamer had the left   
   hand full as well, and the    
   act of picking up the smaller object nearly resulted in the sack full of   
   goodies in the other hand getting left behind, but the dreamer managed to get   
   all of it together before leaving.   
      
   Meanwhile, a bus trip was getting staged for travel.  For those of you have   
   may have never been on a group trip (like marching band, for instance, which   
   often goes to "away" games) groups often separate into two groups, the #1 bus,   
   and the #2 bus.  For    
   whatever reason, the #1 bus tends to be full of the people who are full of   
   themselves, to put it politely.  There's a *definite* social difference felt,   
   a distinction detectable, depending upon which bus one is on.  In this case,   
   the #1 bus was already    
   full, and the dreamer was having to get onto the #2 bus, only these busses   
   were not like a typical Greyhound or yellow school bus:  these were   
   double-wide double-deckers, easily 6' wide, two rows of seats, with a center   
   aisle, and a sense of a stairway    
   in the rear (? location unclear) such that the upper level of seating was   
   separate from the lower seats.  There was a sense that the dreamer's "stuff"   
   had been taken to the upper level on the 2nd bus, and there was a kind of   
   rumination felt, what one    
   might consider "grumbling," at having had to sit one the 2nd bus (apparently   
   the first bus had filled up and no one had saved the dreamer a seat.  Clearly   
   the dreamer's fault for not having had a number of folk to reserve a seat   
   earlier.) The problem now    
   seemed to be finding the dreamer's stuff on the 2nd bus.  There was a sense of   
   where it was supposed to be, but finding the seat's location seemed somehow   
   obscured.   
      
   This scene was followed by another scene involving the dreamer having emptied   
   out his pockets, and was in the process of re-loading them, taking note that   
   the left pocket held a very few (more protected) items while the right pocket   
   was being filled up    
   with all sorts of stuff.  Some of the objects appeared to be 3 straight rods   
   of metal, not unlike those skinny tent stakes, but more like meat probes.  The   
   dreamer was reasonably concerned that *any* of these straight-rod objects   
   (they were NOT identical    
   items!) could possibly puncture the lining of the right pocket, and no one   
   wants a hole in one's pocket!  So they were gathered together and placed in   
   the right pocket *carefully* and all together, so as to help create a less   
   focused pressure point at    
   the bottom of the pocket lining.  Other objects were then being put into the   
   pocket, until the orange, plastic device was picked up.  Mind you, there are   
   orange box cutters in real life that are VERY similar to this object, only   
   this was longer (nearly a    
   foot long!) and relatively skinnier (maybe ⅝"–3/4" in width) and only   
   perhaps a quarter to a third inch in depth.  There was the hint that it might   
   have been used as a blade, but seemed more like an extendable ruler, used for   
   measuring, and was thus    
   not considered a weapon (although there's really nothing to prevent one from   
   *using* it as such...) and the dreamer just happened to be wearing something   
   akin to cargo / painter's pants, which had a long, narrow, slot-type pocket   
   along the lower right    
   leg where this object fit perfectly.   
      
   This last bit was not necessarily located here at this part of the dream,   
   but:  the dreamer at some point was dealing with loose change, the kind that   
   one dumps out of one's pockets *or* a storage baggy of some type, and   
   discovers various sized coins (   
   from old as well as new-fashioned silver dollars, which range in size from   
   larger than a 50¢ piece to slightly larger than a quarter) (htt   
   s://lh3.googleusercontent.com/proxy/j4DBS_irB-Rnr2PUvq0-65gm8a_   
   8Cfkr392jtQEsZp6TTlJjGLWjajDTPEU6jkmJWPopngXsklr06y7EUX2Ohyenz0StSPA)   
   (https://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/0/02/Small_dolla   
   _and_quarter_comparison.jpeg).  This loose change was being handled / sized   
   such as to separate the larger, more    
   valuable coins from the smaller stuff, although there was more of the smaller   
   stuff, so counting it all would require a bit of time, but that segment of the   
   dream ended.  The overall dream ended with the dreamer figuring out where to   
   sit on the upper    
   level of the 2nd bus.   
      
   --- SoupGate-Win32 v1.05   
    * Origin: you cannot sedate... all the things you hate (1:229/2)