School Bus

Date: 11/29/2018

I don’t really remember too much from this dream - the entire situation seems very vague to me now. It was sometime in spring or summer, I was on a school bus parked in front of my high school. Everything was so bright, the world appeared as if someone turned the contrast all the way up on a photograph except, it wasn’t a simple picture, it was my life, my little shining world. The grass was so green, a neon green. We were the last to leave the parking space, we were just waiting on this one kid, Nicholas Spencer. He seemed really tight with the bus driver, apparently, he had a very difficult past and the bus driver had seen his trauma first-hand. When I turned over to speak with Carly, she explained to me a bit of the story. I can’t exactly remember what she said, all I know is that it was something regarding Nicholas’ early childhood. Suddenly, Nicholas sprung back up onto the bus. He had previously left after a quick discussion with the bus driver. I peered over at him. His whole attire had changed. Instead of a big bright blue sweatshirt and lose fit pants, he now wore only a pair of thin white shorts. His bare chest was out for all to see. Noticing my gaze, he began to laugh, a full hearted and lengthy laugh. Quickly, I spun my head to face the window. And the rest was a blur. I don’t even recall if we left the school parking lot.