Pop's Dream Journal

I'm riding in a truck (bus?) with a bunch of guys I work with. We're coming back from some trip, I think, because we're all being driven home. I'm laying on my back looking up, and see a metal frame with some lights on it. At first I think we're pulling into a gas station or convenience store. But then I realize the lights are red and green traffic lights (no yellow lights for some reason) and that we're waiting to make a left turn.

Just as I'm wondering what order they'll drop us off in, (ie, does the driver know where we live?) my crew chief from work motions to the driver that HE wants to drive because it's HIS truck. Rather than pull over, the driver simply stands up while holding the steering wheel steady so my CC can slip into the driver's seat. (The truck seems to be on cruise control or something.)

Date of dream: 11-24-2010