Last night I had a dream that I was riding through Denver and couldn't get past this city bus. It kept swirving over to me every time I'd try to make a move.

Finally, pissed, I jumped in (somehow entering through the back of the bus) and the driver was quite perturbed. "What's the deal!", I yelled. The driver would not tell me why he kept trying to run me off the road. The bus was full of people and there was one other guy, a passenger, who was in particular also disturbed at me and threw several intense glares my way. I could not figure out why these two were hatin on me.

Then I woke up.

I don't know what it means. But it made me chuckle.