Dreaming

I enter a bus and climb up to the top deck, but I have to do this through a series of obstacles; there are no stairs. I reach the top deck and am looking for ten empty seats, as there are ten of us in my group. I’m not sure who the ten are other than me, Josh, Amelia, Rosie, Susie and Jess.

I choose to sit at the back with three boys; they all look about ten years old. I sit down and notice that they all have a bottle of Whisky each, and all are very drunk. One of them – a sweet-looking boy with brown hair – has collapsed in the lap of one of the other boys. He wakes up, and I know he is going to vomit. He stands up and does it out of the window, but it also goes all over the inside of the bus. This makes me really angry, whereas before I’d been sympathetic.

I try to get off the bus but can’t work out which way to go; the way I had got on has changed and now leads elsewhere. I know that I will have to go around and up three times before I eventually find my way off. I climb up but keep coming to strange rooms; one is a cinema, one a huge dancefloor, and then I arrive at a beach. I am getting annoyed and fearful that I may not find my way off the bus.

There was something to do with a necklace in the dream, too.