Great Dream (at 80)

Still 2

Hiding behind seat on a bus on the way to college’s last day of classes. Bad people see me and make me  clean up at front of bus and middle. I’m in a hurry to get to class so work especially hard. I’m on a bus with no schedule. No one checks up on how the schedule is running. It is not the bus I should be on.  Finally the driver says here comes the bus you should be on. I run out the door and stand in front of the oncoming bus and wave my arms. My old driver gives money to pay my fare. I get to school and have missed the last class but the food line is still open. I pick out what I want to eat and find I have the money in my hand–$10.  Someone is passing out grades and I find  out I  have he best grades in that old class–three E’s and an award of some kind.  I find my new class and sit near the front.

Earlier in the dream I am at the seashore in a wealthy lady’s house and Rob and his friend are there. The lady likes them, and me. (I think some of this part was from fiction I had been reading).

On the bus I had mentioned that I had been involved in a holdup or something and a woman there said she had covered the story.  At some point I was offered to be paid for 3 hours in a play by somebody on the phone.   (I think the lady had lent me money for that semester because my source had been stolen (based on the Dick Francis book I had been reading?)

About Nan Mykel

At 79, I was just about to stop keeping a journal, but that felt like accepting that growth was finished. I don't want to be finished, yet! I'm 80 now, and struggling to communicate with you, if you'll come and set awhile. P.S. My how time flies! I'm 83 now.
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