Another restless night, another very freaky dream.
So many twists and turns and seemingly unrelated images.
My mother came to me about something she left at a doctor's office. Some sensitive medical information. The doctor had it and I had to retrieve it. Turns out it was a string of sorts, but information. Then it becomes more substantial as I look at it - it was made of cloth - a shirt? Multi-colored plaid and woven, with what I think is decorative stitching coming out. Mother seems distressed about it. As I am trying to hand restitch it, I realize I am doing a poor job and must start over. It becomes a dress, Mother disappears. I need to finish it as soon as possible because one of my kids needs it for a field trip they are going on in a few minutes. Hurry! I get on the school bus to give it to my kid - turns out it is Grayson and he is small, maybe around 3 or four. The bus is going to NYC. The principal is telling everyone that they cannot go to a big store or someplace that she promised them, so the kids are standing in clusters around teachers, being comforted, including my kid, although I am still on the bus as it is pulling away and the bus driver will not let me off. I don't have my purse or phone or money or even shoes. I am pleading with her to let me off, but she won't stop the bus. She says she can't because there is someone tailgating her. I am suddenly in the back of the bus, poking my leg out of the open back, pushing on the car behind us. Its a delivery truck and the driver of it is just starring at me. There is no glass in his windshield. I am screaming stop the bus! But it won't, and no one is listening. I start sobbing and place my hand on my stomach to steady myself as I cry. But I realize the hand is not mine - its the man that is driving the truck behind us, and he has reached into the bus. I push his hand away and the bus arrives in NYC. All of the kids clamor off the bus with the teachers - we have arrived at the place that the principal said they weren't going to - surprise! I never do connect with Grayson - off he goes with someone else. I am standing in a room of teachers - no kids - the principal is like some kind of ceremonial person conducting what? A meeting? She is wearing a turban and flowing clothes. The dream ends.
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So much despair in this dream. Images of losing things. Being someplace I don't want to be and ill-equipped to deal with it. Rushing, trying to fix things, not being heard. I feel like I barely slept last night...what a way to start the week.
