The School (Bus) Plane

I had an interesting dream today. In fact, I just awoke from it. I usually forget my dreams but for some reason, I remember this one.

I was walking down the stairs with two young women, both friends of mine. We were talking about important stuff and then the younger woman blurted out, "I want to get married."

I immediately hissed, stopped walking and stared at them both.

Laughing, the larger woman faced and teased me saying, “When she changed the topic, I knew you would react. Why do you hate discussions on relationships?”

It dawned on me the topic change was intentional. I resumed walking and zoomed past them.

I walked quickly through a large lobby and fixed my gaze at the large glass doors. As I approached, the uniformed door attendant opened it. I threw a nod in his direction and crossed the paved street.

There were no buildings on this side of the street – just acres of green open space. I walked towards a uniformed staff who was manning a velvet rope, the sort they use in banks, airports and red carpets.

I had no idea why I had crossed road. I also did not have any idea what the man was doing there. For some reason however, I stood silently by his side, facing the large empty field which reminded me of the last time I traveled.

Suddenly, I heard a familiar deafening sound. To my far left, there was a bright light growing larger and brighter each second.

Within minutes, the noise dwindled.

I found myself staring at a large black plane. The plane was larger than the one I flew in this January. I scrutinized the body of the plane and saw the name of a school written boldly in white.

Before long, I began to see a trickle of children walk unsupervised away from the plane. Most clung to their small school bags. Amazingly, they all looked as if they had just gotten off a school bus instead of a plane.

One boy was even trying to mount his bicycle.

I thought, “A plane as a school bus? It's not possible. Did the plane take children home every single day, on weekends or what?"

Slowly, the kids inched closer to the velvet rope - where I stood. I turned back and faced the building from whence I just came.

The Boldly sculpted illuminated letters were the same ones that were on the plane - De-Mays Schools.