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juldeaI was in a large charter bus, like a Greyhound but nicer, coming back from some event. ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
bronzite (I think - see last paragraph) was driving the bus, I was seated in the very back against the back wall, and there was one other person - female, small build, from our peer group, but not actually a real life person that I remember - seated somewhere in the middle of the bus. We were driving through an underground tunnel for a period, highly influenced by the real Big Dig tunnels here in Boston. We had an exit coming up, still underground, which somehow sloped down such that bronzite decided the thing to do was take his hands off the wheel and lift them above his head in the, "Whee, roller coaster!" motion. (Also, that picture is awesome.) Girl and I followed suit, giggling. Bronzite steered with his knees, and even past the slope he continued to show of his prowress. Of course, this led to failure as the bus swerved sideways more and more until... uh-oh, we're tipping! On a swerve to the left the bus slowly tipped over and crashed onto its right side. I have just enough time to worry that if we get rear-ended by another vehicle I'm the one who's going to eat it, and then I whack my head against the window as we land.
I awaken completely woozy, hearing voices before I open my eyes. Bronzite and Girl are up, moving around, getting out of the bus. Once outside, I hear bronzite go, "Oh! What about Juldea!" and they rush around to the back of the bus. Like a school bus, it has a door in the very back, so they are able to open that and directly lift me out of the bus onto the ground, seated. Someone makes a comment about blood but I can't see any and don't feel injured, just incredibly woozy. We sit down for a bit. For some reason our tunnel is completely deserted, doesn't even look like it's part of a roadway anymore. Awake-me thinks it looked like some of the tunnel roadways in Halo 2. ;) It's still huge enough to carry 4-6 lanes of traffic, but there's debris everywhere (not just from our crash), and off to the right the tunnel ends in a large wide set of steps to bring you up to another tunnel.
Well, after a little while I see flashlights flashing at the top of that stairway, but we're partially obscured from their sight by some debris. I lean forward to clear myself, wave my arms, and yell a bit. Good idea for getting their attention; bad idea for me, as I get even more woozy and fall onto my hands and knees. The group of rescuers only had seen me briefly, so they approach cautiously, not sure where survivors might be or in what condition. They reach the bus out in the middle of the tunnel (we're along the wall) and pushing through the mass of people islondo. He's looking around frantically, and I reach my arm out to him as I collapse onto my stomach, passed out.
Then the alarm clock rings. ARGH!
Point of note: this was not some hazy looks-like-someone-else-but-is-londo-in-my-dream (even bronzite I'm not too sure about - could've instead been Justin Eskridge, a similarly figured guy from high school.) In my dream, londo had the hair, the glasses, the purple hat, the tie-dyed shirt, beige shorts that he actually has, and the sandals. He was spot on.
bronzite (I think - see last paragraph) was driving the bus, I was seated in the very back against the back wall, and there was one other person - female, small build, from our peer group, but not actually a real life person that I remember - seated somewhere in the middle of the bus. We were driving through an underground tunnel for a period, highly influenced by the real Big Dig tunnels here in Boston. We had an exit coming up, still underground, which somehow sloped down such that bronzite decided the thing to do was take his hands off the wheel and lift them above his head in the, "Whee, roller coaster!" motion. (Also, that picture is awesome.) Girl and I followed suit, giggling. Bronzite steered with his knees, and even past the slope he continued to show of his prowress. Of course, this led to failure as the bus swerved sideways more and more until... uh-oh, we're tipping! On a swerve to the left the bus slowly tipped over and crashed onto its right side. I have just enough time to worry that if we get rear-ended by another vehicle I'm the one who's going to eat it, and then I whack my head against the window as we land.
I awaken completely woozy, hearing voices before I open my eyes. Bronzite and Girl are up, moving around, getting out of the bus. Once outside, I hear bronzite go, "Oh! What about Juldea!" and they rush around to the back of the bus. Like a school bus, it has a door in the very back, so they are able to open that and directly lift me out of the bus onto the ground, seated. Someone makes a comment about blood but I can't see any and don't feel injured, just incredibly woozy. We sit down for a bit. For some reason our tunnel is completely deserted, doesn't even look like it's part of a roadway anymore. Awake-me thinks it looked like some of the tunnel roadways in Halo 2. ;) It's still huge enough to carry 4-6 lanes of traffic, but there's debris everywhere (not just from our crash), and off to the right the tunnel ends in a large wide set of steps to bring you up to another tunnel.
Well, after a little while I see flashlights flashing at the top of that stairway, but we're partially obscured from their sight by some debris. I lean forward to clear myself, wave my arms, and yell a bit. Good idea for getting their attention; bad idea for me, as I get even more woozy and fall onto my hands and knees. The group of rescuers only had seen me briefly, so they approach cautiously, not sure where survivors might be or in what condition. They reach the bus out in the middle of the tunnel (we're along the wall) and pushing through the mass of people is
londo. He's looking around frantically, and I reach my arm out to him as I collapse onto my stomach, passed out.Then the alarm clock rings. ARGH!
Point of note: this was not some hazy looks-like-someone-else-but-is-londo-in-my-dream (even bronzite I'm not too sure about - could've instead been Justin Eskridge, a similarly figured guy from high school.) In my dream, londo had the hair, the glasses, the purple hat, the tie-dyed shirt, beige shorts that he actually has, and the sandals. He was spot on.