I looked into the sky and all of these vehicles were up there, and they were turning upside down, flying through the sky in slow motion. There were several, but the ones I remember were a bus (a really old Greyhound with a rounded silver roof) and a huge American Airlines plane (which also seemed old, like from the fifties). They were so close and so huge that I could see an emblem of a bulldog on the back of the bus. The sky was a brilliant blue.
Suddenly, I was at this really weird, rednecky pizza place with my mother. It was hilarious, because I was filling up these two styrofoam to go boxes with stuff from their all-you-can-eat bar, with the intention of taking it home to my kids (it seems that in this dream I was once again a young single mom). I scooped out a bunch of Caesar salad and filled one container. Then I filled the second with spaghetti with butter and mushroom sauce. I was stuffing these boxes full! I went to the counter to get a third container for pizza, and when I came back, I couldn’t find my other two. I asked around to see if anyone had seen them, and this surly, middle aged couple pointed to an overstuffed chair that someone had thrown a navy blue mechanic’s jumpsuit on. Underneath the jumpsuit were my boxes. I was furious that someone could be so rude. There was almost no one in the restaurant, and plenty of empty chairs. I found out that it belonged to someone who worked there. I spoke to the scary, redneck manager, and he said he’d have a talk with the employee. I was making such a big deal out of it that it was sort of hilarious, and it woke me up.
