Here’s a better, quirkier dream than the one recounted last time.
I was travelling on the bus, drinking a Diet Cherry Coke, and who should happen to be on the bus but Alanis Morissette herself. She, too, was drinking a Diet Cherry Coke and having a conversation with another musical icon (I don’t recall who, but I wanna say Debbie Gibson).
Anyway, after finishing my Coke, I decided I wanted some more, so I conspired to steal Alanis’. I quickly discarded that plan, though. Instead, I decided I wanted to impress her with my musical talent and began singing this song aloud. One or two other people on the bus joined in, but Alanis still failed to take notice.
The dream then took a change for the weird, and for some reason some government official appeared on the bus and charged the bus driver 25.11 for something on my behalf (that’s not 25 dollars and 11 cents; that’s 25.11 cents). The bus driver said neither he nor the bus company would be paying for it, that I would have to pay it, 'cause they didn’t have the funding to cover it. The official said they did, the bus driver stressed that they didn’t, and they continuing arguing from there.
Then a cute woman in her twenties with frizzy blond hair and a red backpack appeared on the bus. Then suddenly she and I were transported off the bus into the middle of these overgrown woods. There was this large dark blue sheet stretched out in the middle of the woods, with the shadowy side leading into some realm of supernatural darkness. The dream trailed off there.