City Bus

My dream last night consisted of so many things. (I’m glad I didn’t work today because I wouldn’t have been able to write this out.)

It was me and my brother, Scott and we were visiting a city, I think it was San Diego. I have never been there in real life so I have no idea. We didn’t really stick together much. It freaked me out because it was a strange city and I had no idea where anything was and he jumped on buses without me. We were supposed to be going to some event, like a concert. I finally get into a bus, where I guess Scott paid for me. It was not your average bus, though.

I’m not really sure how the driver saw anything. There was a large television set, where the windshield normally was, that reminded me of my grandmothers tv from the 70’s. It played something that most of the people on the bus were very interested in. And beside that TV, stood a podium with writing on the front that said something about marriage and weddings. They were marrying people in this bus. (That’s why I’m not sure if I was in San Diego or Las Vegas, because it seemed like a very Las Vegas thing to do.) And a lady stood behind it, looking like she was praying or something.

We finally arrived at the concert and I have no shoes. When we get off the bus, I start my search for some shoes. I find all kinds of different flip flops because that’s all I really needed at the time. All of them were either too small or hideous with fur on it or didn’t have a price tag. I eventually gave up my search and went to the outside concert anyway.

JerryOh, also, Garry, Jerry, Larry, Berry from Parks and Rec (the show) was with us. Someone at the concert gave us a pamphlet to fill out, and I guess Garry got picked. I was so happy for him because his expressions are priceless and he is such a nice man. He announced things over a microphone, in the middle of a field. I don’t know what about; it was really strange.

So then my 3 year old nephew shows up; the cutest kid alive. Him, me and my brother decide to take off and leave the concert. We end up back on the bus and drive past a water park. A HUGE water park. My nephew loves water and my brother and I knew we would be there all day if we pointed it out to him, so we didn’t. (Even though I really wanted to go, too.) It felt like miles of pink and blue tubes ran along the road that were full of water, but still part of the park. They were abandoned or something. It was really sad to me…

Somehow, we all get back into the city, where now we are able to see out of the front of the bus (windshield came back). Something freaky happened. The road in front of us, maybe 100 feet away, something appeared from the street and destroyed all the cars in front of us. It was yellow and black and reminded me of a toy, like something my nephew would play with. It spun around really fast, sending cars flying, but some just caught on fire and disintegrated. It disappeared back into the ground. The bus driver cautiously kept driving, through the burnt up cars, and through the rest of town. More toy monsters reeked havoc in the rest of the city streets. Our bus swayed from one side to another, throwing us around like paper dolls. I’m not sure how, but food was also inside and it got everywhere. Not cans of food or chips, like Mexican food and hot food that we ordered (somehow). I think I was more concerned of the food getting on me then getting destroyed by a 3 story tall toy monster.

Soon, me, my brother and nephew arrived at the hotel safe and sound. All I can remember was me and my nephew in the hotel room, there’s a giant mirror in there and my nephew made a scrunchy face.

I ask, “Did you just poop?”

He laughs and says no. And then I tickle him ’cause I know he’s lying.

And that was it. ##

* Day 4 – Inspiration

Good morning ya’ll! Today is day 4 of the writing challenge.

Write about someone who inspires you.

This is difficult. When I think of someone who inspires me, the first person that comes to mind is my sister. She has been through a lot in her life and has so much life experience, and she’s only 35. Growing up with her, especially when she went through her teen/early 20’s phase, she was a completely different person than she is today. She really got her life together and went back to school and she is just a rock star now. The places she’s been, the people she can make friends with, and she still chooses to live with me. 🙂

The next person I think of is my mom, who is one of the best mothers anyone could ask for. After my teenage days of hating her guts and wanting to do unpleasant things to her, she and I really bonded. I think mostly after her and my dad got divorced. She changed. She became this really awesome person and I wanted to hang out with her, because she was hilarious. Not to say that she wasn’t an awesome person before, but I had the wool pulled over my eyes with blinded teenage rage hormones.

There are a lot of reasons why I look up to them. And they have certain qualities that are found in others as well. And basically when I narrow it down, I am inspired by strong females. I have a strong female in my story (who don’t need no man) and I am drawn to women who don’t need a male figure in their lives to do what they want in life. I don’t put down women who have men in their lives at all, but it’s more inspiring to me the woman who don’t let guys push them around, or think they need one to ‘fulfill’ their lives. Girl, you can do that all on your own. ##