Don’t Let the Jannie Drive the Bus - August 19, 2017
I always have nightmares and they usually involve packing, forgetting I have to do something with the kids, going to school, getting lost, etc.
Last night’s dream (Saturday, August 12) was a little different. I started this dream wanting to drive a bus. Not just any bus, but a Greyhound bus. So, I went to a dealer and said that my boss Denny (not his real name) wanted me to try out a bus. And so, the dealer gave me the key.
And then I realized why I had wanted a key so much. I had lost the keys to my house and I was supposed to be packing and I had lost my keys to my office where I supposed to be working. Oh well. At least this way I had a key!
So, I drove the bus from somewhere in Southern Ontario to Sudbury. I was thoroughly enjoying driving this bus. Granny Marj, you’ll remember the story of “Peter the Pusher”? Well, that was me. Sort of. (For those of you who don’t know the story – and it isn’t about a drug dealer – listen here. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CTtn0yuOfSk)
Somehow, I got to Sudbury and was driving around and gave a ride to a gal who worked with babies and young children who had significant developmental delays and birth defects. And she told me that one of my favourite missions in Sudbury had closed down. Noooooooooo. (It hasn’t.)
Next frame I am talking to a business man who was mostly responsible for closing it down. He was still livid. He told me that the folks at the mission were trying to radicalize homeless men. I tried to tell him there was nothing wrong with feeding and clothing and listening to people – and helping them find work if they are capable, but he just wouldn’t listen.
Somewhere in there I drove to Bancroft to pick up some students who wanted to go to Laurentian University. I felt really good about doing that!
Then I decided I better come clean to my boss, Denny. First that I had stolen a bus and secondly that I hadn’t been at work. He told me I didn’t have a job anyways so that was not a problem. And he said he’d go with me to return the bus. Probably a good idea.
We were driving down Larch St in Sudbury and I saw a lad from my Sudbury home church walking down the street with a horse and a seven-year-old boy. Oh dear, I thought. Perhaps the horse had broken down. (I know nothing about horses.)
Many other things happened in this dream. I realized I had forgotten to pack Elaine a lunch but she told me in fact I had – a chicken salad sandwich (which in my waking life I would not have packed – too much work.) However, she didn’t have time to eat it and had to throw half of it out. Horrors!
And I got terribly lost at times and nearly went down one-way streets that were one-way in the opposite direction. And somehow, I managed to get a coffee….
Denny and I returned the bus, and the owner said that instead of having a person view the bus to report damages, they now have a drone because it doesn’t miss things. I watched the review. The bus was completely covered in mud, there were empty coffee cups all over the floor, and my boss was still sitting in the bus. Perhaps he was so shaken up, he couldn’t move.
And when the drone scanned the back of the bus, yep, the horse was in it. Busted! Emphasis on the “bus.”
*****
Update: Another nightmare (Wednesday, August 16) – perhaps I was trying to redeem myself for stealing…
I dreamed I had 300 kids come to my Sunday School class - and I was ill-prepared to say the least. I was giving the story on a flip chart and it was all mixed up. I couldn't get my computer to work for our film. I didn't have enough cookies for everyone. When it was over, I had six kids who hadn't been collected by their parents and the phone wasn't working... Gah!
Sadly (and a little gladly) having hundred of kids in my Sunday School class is the least of my worries.
*****
PS If you don’t know the story “Don’t Let the Pigeon Drive the Bus!”, check out https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WlkljxpI4yk
Last night’s dream (Saturday, August 12) was a little different. I started this dream wanting to drive a bus. Not just any bus, but a Greyhound bus. So, I went to a dealer and said that my boss Denny (not his real name) wanted me to try out a bus. And so, the dealer gave me the key.
And then I realized why I had wanted a key so much. I had lost the keys to my house and I was supposed to be packing and I had lost my keys to my office where I supposed to be working. Oh well. At least this way I had a key!
So, I drove the bus from somewhere in Southern Ontario to Sudbury. I was thoroughly enjoying driving this bus. Granny Marj, you’ll remember the story of “Peter the Pusher”? Well, that was me. Sort of. (For those of you who don’t know the story – and it isn’t about a drug dealer – listen here. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CTtn0yuOfSk)
Somehow, I got to Sudbury and was driving around and gave a ride to a gal who worked with babies and young children who had significant developmental delays and birth defects. And she told me that one of my favourite missions in Sudbury had closed down. Noooooooooo. (It hasn’t.)
Next frame I am talking to a business man who was mostly responsible for closing it down. He was still livid. He told me that the folks at the mission were trying to radicalize homeless men. I tried to tell him there was nothing wrong with feeding and clothing and listening to people – and helping them find work if they are capable, but he just wouldn’t listen.
Somewhere in there I drove to Bancroft to pick up some students who wanted to go to Laurentian University. I felt really good about doing that!
Then I decided I better come clean to my boss, Denny. First that I had stolen a bus and secondly that I hadn’t been at work. He told me I didn’t have a job anyways so that was not a problem. And he said he’d go with me to return the bus. Probably a good idea.
We were driving down Larch St in Sudbury and I saw a lad from my Sudbury home church walking down the street with a horse and a seven-year-old boy. Oh dear, I thought. Perhaps the horse had broken down. (I know nothing about horses.)
Many other things happened in this dream. I realized I had forgotten to pack Elaine a lunch but she told me in fact I had – a chicken salad sandwich (which in my waking life I would not have packed – too much work.) However, she didn’t have time to eat it and had to throw half of it out. Horrors!
And I got terribly lost at times and nearly went down one-way streets that were one-way in the opposite direction. And somehow, I managed to get a coffee….
Denny and I returned the bus, and the owner said that instead of having a person view the bus to report damages, they now have a drone because it doesn’t miss things. I watched the review. The bus was completely covered in mud, there were empty coffee cups all over the floor, and my boss was still sitting in the bus. Perhaps he was so shaken up, he couldn’t move.
And when the drone scanned the back of the bus, yep, the horse was in it. Busted! Emphasis on the “bus.”
*****
Update: Another nightmare (Wednesday, August 16) – perhaps I was trying to redeem myself for stealing…
I dreamed I had 300 kids come to my Sunday School class - and I was ill-prepared to say the least. I was giving the story on a flip chart and it was all mixed up. I couldn't get my computer to work for our film. I didn't have enough cookies for everyone. When it was over, I had six kids who hadn't been collected by their parents and the phone wasn't working... Gah!
Sadly (and a little gladly) having hundred of kids in my Sunday School class is the least of my worries.
*****
PS If you don’t know the story “Don’t Let the Pigeon Drive the Bus!”, check out https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WlkljxpI4yk