I enjoyed What the Bus because it provided me with “interesting” public transport events without actually having to deal with them. I suppose the scenarios get crazier because you can draw on the best parts. I’d never have suspected you had nightmares about it. Mine would be more about getting overcharged by a car mechanic.
As for my regular dreams, I hope these are fun.
I have a pretty big one about being 20 or so and given a golden chance to make Eagle Scout, even though you can’t be a scout any more when you turn 18. Somebody has pulled strings for me, and even my unmotivated self should be able to get through the last few requirements, but I can’t, and people are both disappointed and unsurprised. Boy Scouts was kind of awful, despite some nice adult leaders. I stayed longer than I should’ve.
A similar dream is doing very well in a college class and hearing “but no fair! You have a head start on us!” from people who actually are 20. I don’t know how old I am, officially, in the dream, which is more confusing.
These are pretty easy to laugh off, but one that wasn’t–though I managed to–was simply having arguments with people I disliked. Basically they would insist on something I knew wasn’t true. For years I would lose such arguments. About 10 years ago I was able to hold the line a lot better.
Then there are the ones where I have a fixed amount of time to play with cats who have long since passed on. It’s always a bit confusing. I’m not sure of the death-logic in the dreams, but I know they shouldn’t be there, and they won’t be there for long, and I’m glad they’re there.
Finally I suspect I’m not the only person who dreams of entrance interviews for the afterlife.
(Office Space Bob&Bob voice) “So why is it ya say … ya DESERVE heaven?”
At this point I feel very, very guilty about maybe asking if there is a Limbo. It feels like something I should have figured out while on Earth.
I’ve sort of had that. Well, I’ve been able to push back against nightmares more as I’ve grown older. Slowly I pick apart the logical holes in a nightmare, and the next time it’s less awful. Sometimes I’ll wake up and remember that one person from the dream that I hadn’t thought about for a while and say, yeesh, what a jerk, glad I moved on. Or – I have someone nice to google/remember.