4:15am
I dreamed that me and my family were on a road trip. I dont know the town. I thought that it was Denver, but I dont think so. The roads didnt seem familiar.
Laura and I were riding in a big, yellow school bus when all of a sudden, I heard gun shots from the road. I looked over the side of the interstate and down a sloping hill and saw over-turned school buses with US military personnel firing at each other with machine guns. I saw Navy men standing, watching.
It was like a civil war.
I pushed Laura’a head down below seat level.
The next thing that I knew, I was driving the bus.
I remembered thinking that I was going to charge them $5,000 for this trip.