This dream sequence is unusual because I had a “real” world encounter with a fox in the middle.
The dream starts with me being on a double decker bus. I am in Cardiff and on the ground floor of the bus. The conductor comes by and asks me where I am going. I say Cardiff Queen Street. He suggests that the bus is heading in the wrong direction but I must nevertheless buy a ticket. He, using a very old fashioned ticket machine, rolls of a ~ one inch long old school pinkish paper bus ticket marked with a black ink. I reach into my pocket and get out my wallet. I pay him with an old green one pound note.
Up ahead we can see Dewi Sant, St David’s Centre. It looks very modern. I know that I must get off the bus. I must change direction away from the old.
I awake and visit the loo. Nearby the loo is one of the doors to the house made of glass. The shutter is always partially down to avert bird strikes. Just the other side of the door is an adolescent fox who I know from trail cam is a regular visitor. He is less than a metre from my feet and he has not yet heard or seen me. Straight from the dream this is an odd sensation. I stand still for several seconds. The fox remains oblivious. I make a slight clicking sound in my mouth the fox hears me and disappears.
I go back to bed and fall asleep.
I am now on a driverless red double decker bus in London. I am on the top deck. It is careering through the streets near Leicester Square. I am engaged in combat with a tall Chinese man who is trying to kill me. He has an accomplice. I fight with the man and he eventually falls off the bus and his body folds at the hip such that his legs are at an unusual angle. The legs twang back into position. And he shakes his fist at me angrily as the bus drives off.
I climb down the outside of the bus and into the driver’s seat.
I know that I must meet some young people at a square outside the centre of London. In my mind’s eye I can see them travelling there. I drive the bus to a square with many trees and shade.
Dream ends..
Dreamyoga 