A Requested Dream Appears

Last Night I called upon the Mighty Ones and my higher self to provide an insightful dream about by work situation, and received this one in response. It is unfortunate that we are required to deal with the trivial matters and affairs of man, which prevent us from working on our own projects and interests. However, it is possible to leave the confines of the system. The only way that I know to do so, is to establish a grub stake from a year or two of working a well-paying job. Certainly not like my present one; and then to purchase your own land, build a home, and produce your own energy and food. At that point, or earlier, you can become a sovereign, and not have to pay property taxes as long as you live. More about that later. Onto the best impression of the rich language of dreams I can provide within the confines of language and time.

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This dream was an alternate reality.

Instead of waking up to do the job I am about to do, I set out intending to do the same thing, but took the wrong bus. Which grew out to be a large limo/ shuttle bus, about 30-35 feet long, black. And inside containing pretty much a large airline cabin. A full group of passengers, people tussed up in business suits, appeared from nowhere, maybe even the yard where I picked up the bus.

So, I soon realized that I had selected the wrong bus, and now had someone else's bus, with other orders to go somewhere else.

Because I couldn't disturb my many high profile clients, I drove around for a while, and got lost in icy, snowy roads that were in semi-rural residential areas.

I ended up at a small location of Eclipse Aviation, (perhaps using Enron Symbol,) and went in there to look for directions. Didn't find anyone. Eventually, a crew of thugs that worked in there came out and got on the bus. They told me I had a dent on the left wheel. I didn't care but they said “just come out and look,” at which point the crew inside began collecting wallets from the passengers. Well, when I came back aboard and realized this, I became the hero, got the big black guy in front of me, the biggest, loudest one, in a choke hold, and threw him around with ease. He turned out to be a mental case, so I worked on diffusing him, got rid of all the aggressors, and parked the bus somewhere else in the parking lot. This is when the bus grew into this super coach like a plane.

And I went back there, and there was this business guy in back with grey hair that said something to me in a way I didn't like and I said “Excuse me? That sounded a little rude.” At which point he spilled his plastic cup of water on me “just to be perfectly clear.”

Everyone had been jarred and freaked out, and had gotten into all of the wine and made a huge mess of everything back there. So I went upfront, and I now had this huge cockpit with a computer, and some regular multi-line desk phones on the wall, and I sat there for several minutes not knowing what to do. Eventually I called [The Boss] on my cell phone, and we established that I took the wrong bus, and he started texting me information, and presumably emailing it, but I never got it, and I had problems accessing my email on the computer, and people started flooding off the bus, and I found the mic and said “This coach will still be leaving if you wish to stay on.” But they kept flooding out, and even started driving luxury cars down the front ramp which became big enough. Some stayed.

More than embarrassed, I wanted to die. I was sorry I had a CDL and had gotten into this. And for my existence.

[The boss] called and said I made him look like a fool and I agreed and said he should comp the people on this and that might even get some regular customers. He basically hung up. I didn't have any more information to go on. No one would tell me anything.

So I kept wandering around, hoping somehow the information about my itinerary would arrive, but it never did. I went to the baseball stadium “where the Dodgers play....” [?] Redsox too were quartered there. And I went farther north to a small town, by way of looking for a place to park beyond the stadium- not sure why I didn't just stay there. There was maybe one traffic circle which was more like an island, planted like they are on small residential streets, here, and some buses around there, so I could've circled around a time or two, and parked, but my pride got the best of me, and I kept going. Eventually I parked illegally, half in the road way, outside a small fast food place. After a while, a redneck came out and knocked on the window, and told me I couldn't stay parked there. I asked him where we were, obviously in Washington and he joked “Arizona—this time of day.” I asked where I could park for a little bit (while waiting for that ever-elusive information,) and he guided me up windy roads and through a tunnel to the back of some houses. We had taken most people back, but left some of them standing out there at the restaurant. So I asked how i'd get back down there, and he said he was on “Bliss-ed way or street,” etc... and the restaurant was called “Blissing hut*,” though it was closed he emphasized, as he was security and I shouldn't be there......pretty soon, I woke up.

*I sometimes go to a restaurant called "Loving Hut," without commitment to their funky cultish beliefs. They have good food. It would taste better, perhaps, if they weren't running Propaganda Vision on the TV constantly, but I'm beyond brainwashing.