Dream #1

I decided to write down my dreams and put them in a new blog. This blog is more for me, but if anybody wants to read them and give their interpretations, then that's fine. I'm doing this because I've been having a lot of vivid dreams lately, and they've been filled with all sorts of symbols that I can't quite figure out. Here's last night's:

I was on a field trip/excursion with my fellow English teachers to San Francisco. We were coming back from some sort of teacher-training seminar, and we were riding the bus. I gave the bus driver Disc 3 of my Police boxed set to play while we were going. It wasn't a special bus for all of us though, it was a regular MUNI bus.

My friends in the department and I (which was weird, because it included my friend Ben, who doesn't work at my school and isn't even a teacher) decided that we should go to the beach. Somehow, we were going to get off at the TransAmerican pyramid and catch a bus up to Stinson Beach - a place that I go to a few times every summer with a couple of friends - easily one of my favorite things to do, as my friends and I will go into the water no matter how cold it is.

We then decided that we were going to bring Heath Ledger along with us. It was two days before his death, and we wanted to do something nice for him before he died. We had gotten out of the bus, and we were ready to leave when I realized that I left my cd in the bus.

I managed to flag down the bus and get back on. I tried to get my disc back, but I had a hard time reading the labels, and we couldn't determine which of the discs in his player was mine. Everybody in the bus was waiting patiently, but I worried that my friends were taking off without me.

Strange.