The first part of my dream started off in what looked like the plains of Africa. Spread out in front of me were hundreds of pots, each one for a different purpose. Our job was to go around and gather anything we could find and put it in it's respective pot; grass, animals, leaves, sticks, bugs, etc.
And that was the end of that part of the dream.
We were all sitting on bus together but no one talked. All seeming to be off in their own thought. The bus was stopped on the side of a small narrow street, lined on either side with many tall skinny shops. You could hardly see the sky, not that it was anything great to look at. There was a mail man on the bus with us. The bus would wait for him to get back on after he delivered mail to a store, then drive another 6 feet or so to the next shop, stop and wait again for him to deliver more mail. I'm really not sure why we all waited on the bus but no one made to leave or even seem irritated.
But one time the mail man didn't get back on. We waited for what seemed to be a couple of hours before we finally got up from our seats and moved around. The bus stayed where it was. A bus that seemed to have no driver. At this point I decided that I was going to be a mail man today since the real one wasn't going to come back. I grabbed his mail bag and stuffed it with as much as I could (though I'm really unsure of where I got the mail from since there was none on the bus). I left his mail clothes on the floor, under the seat, where he had left them (why he wasn't wearing the clothes didn't seem to bother me at the time). So I set off to give out mail to shop after shop on the tiny and narrow street.
After awhile I ran out of mail, but instead of going back to the bus to load up more, I kept going and just decided to collect the mail the shops wanted to be sent out. I was enjoying myself, it seemed fun for some unfathomable reason. I got to one shop where I could hardly get the lady at the counter to give me her mail since she was "too busy" (and pompous) then tried to get me to put all the stamps and stickers on it. I started yelling at her, throwing things off the counter on the floor, rolling around on the counter, and basically making a fool of myself, though in the dream it seemed as though I was teaching her a lesson.
And apparently getting over that fast, I moved on the the next town, which was equivalent to the next block of the street. At one of my last stops of the "town" I called out into a large store opening if they had any mail to be picked up. The response I got was "who wants to know?" Then my studio professor from school walks around the corner, gives me hug, and asks how I'm doing. I responded "I'm a mail man for a day!"
And then I woke up. . .
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