Wow. Up at 4am because of a bad dream so I thought I'd put it here... maybe then I will stop thinking about it.
So it was the last day of choir tour and we were on the bus home when the bus driver confused a road which headed directly into a lake with a road covered by some water. Cut to us hitting a lake with fair speed and sinking fairly far down. I, being the pragmatist I am, worried about the effect on my laptop.
Everybody seemed to get out okay, as we all walked, drenched with our backpacks on, into a terminal of some sort singing a song. I think "God be with you."
Anyhow, I wanted to get the rest of my stuff so I borrowed a waterproof flashlight and was going to dive back to the bus when I saw it was already out of the water on the side of the road. I went in, grabbed my backpack, and headed back towards the front when the bus driver got back on and closed the door.
I told him I wanted to get off and he apologized; apparantly he hadn't noticed I got on. He did not, however, reopen the door. He instead started driving (I guess the bus engine was okay?) up a steep looking road. I figured "hey, saves me a walk." The road however kept getting steeper and steeper until it became clear that this was a suicide trip I was on.
Cut to the bus finally flipping over and starting to slide on its roof followed by like 10 minutes of me trying to control a bus skidding on its roof.
Unpleasant.
So it was the last day of choir tour and we were on the bus home when the bus driver confused a road which headed directly into a lake with a road covered by some water. Cut to us hitting a lake with fair speed and sinking fairly far down. I, being the pragmatist I am, worried about the effect on my laptop.
Everybody seemed to get out okay, as we all walked, drenched with our backpacks on, into a terminal of some sort singing a song. I think "God be with you."
Anyhow, I wanted to get the rest of my stuff so I borrowed a waterproof flashlight and was going to dive back to the bus when I saw it was already out of the water on the side of the road. I went in, grabbed my backpack, and headed back towards the front when the bus driver got back on and closed the door.
I told him I wanted to get off and he apologized; apparantly he hadn't noticed I got on. He did not, however, reopen the door. He instead started driving (I guess the bus engine was okay?) up a steep looking road. I figured "hey, saves me a walk." The road however kept getting steeper and steeper until it became clear that this was a suicide trip I was on.
Cut to the bus finally flipping over and starting to slide on its roof followed by like 10 minutes of me trying to control a bus skidding on its roof.
Unpleasant.
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now, that's a pretty normal dream for me. ever since i've been a little girl i've had nightmares about my dad leaving me in the truck alone on a hunting trip and there being bears everywhere and me being scared and hiding under the dash. but i always woke up or he came back before anything happened.
in this dream we saw a huge grizzly bear destroying a van near the bus and all started rushing to get back on but the bear noticed and ran through the bus door (don't ask me how he fit) and started slaughtering people.
boo earns to tour buses of death.