What does it mean to dream about riding a bus (dream interpretation bus)
Dream interpretation bus. Riding a bus belongs to the category of transportation. Means of transport in dreams symbolize how you move forward (and sometimes backwards) in your journey of life. The type of transport you use can be of great symbolic significance. When you in the dream is on a bus, it may symbolize that you live a very conformal life, in other words, you “go with the flow”, “do what other people do” etc. – but you don’t go your own way. It would be a different story if you were the bus driver! Or the driver of your own car.
We are all on a journey of life – en route to somewhere. In dreams, we often choose the mode of transportation, we would choose in real life like bus, train, ferry, car, airplane, bike etc. A bus journey can in this way be an expression of a shorter (and maybe more down-to-earth) movement/journey than for example a plane trip. Means of transport are used to take us from A to B – just like we would move from one place in our life to another; from child to adult, from having no kids to all of a sudden becoming a parent, but of course also our general development or “growth”. Dreaming about being on a bus can therefore mean several things.
A bus as a symbol of public transportation – and therefore an attempt to fit in “with the crowd”. As mentioned – if you dream that you are on a bus, it may symbolize that you live your life in an attempt to fit in. You go with the flow and would rather not stand out too much.
If this is a recurring dream, then there is a good reason to take a closer look at it. Additionally, you can dream that you are late for the bus, and that you struggle to catch it. In other words, you are struggling persistently – and unsuccessfully – in order to adapt to the demands of the world.
Such a dram can once again be an invitation to stop and ask yourself what you want in your life. A crowded bus in a dream can therefore be an image of an extreme sense of competition in the course of life (or career), you have chosen.
A bus in a dream as transport bringing you from A to B. Your bus journey can also simply be a symbol of you moving from A to B in your life. In this way, you can dream that you catch a bus going in the wrong direction – that is to say, your life is going in the wrong direction (or that parts of you want to go in one direction and others want to go in another, and you experience inner conflict).
Have you had a dream about riding a bus? Please share your experience in the comments below (unfortunately, I have decided to no longer help out via the comments below – I simply get too many requests every day – on this blogpost, and the many other blogposts).
Also read: Why I no longer interpret dreams for free for a more in-depth explanation.
NB: Dreams are 100% individual. When you’re dreaming you are on a bus, it probably doesn’t mean the same is happening in your life as it is in someone else’s. It is not a certainty that the interpretations above are relevant to you. An interpretation of a dream is only correct, if you can recognize yourself in it – if you really think “Yes, that’s me!”
I dreamt that I was traveling on a bus from Paris to Rome. My mom who died 9 years ago was with me.
Hi Maria – what an interesting dream, though very short. It would be relevant for you to investigate the following I think; what are your associations with Paris/Rome (Europe? Don’t know where you are based). Have you had actual experiences there? Paris is the city of hearts/love to me – Rome the capital of modern structure/rationalism, but also democracy. Your mum is accompanying you on that journey – what was your mum like, maybe in regards to being heart-driven or head-driven? How do you feel about her today? Why would you dream of your mother at this point in your life – what is your life situation? Where are you “headed” in life – and how might the dream be an illustration of that? Best regards – Michael
last light i have dream that i am with friends going for catering job,after finished all are going ti reach our bus but while walking togethere they left me and i go alone,i meet 2 guy who bring me to my direction and i reach before them and bus only 1 sit available for me and they have to wait for the next trip and i go before them. What this mean
Hi Niezel – thank you for your comment and highly interesting dream! Since I don’t know what is happening in your life/what is occupying your mind during the days when you had the dream it is hard for me to find out what this dream might portray/mean. You could ask yourself questions like; am I somehow “going alone”/going on my own in my life at the moment? Where (in my life) am I being left out (negative angle) or going my own way (positive angle)? The dream might also show how you have inner guides (the two guys, representing sides of yourself), that you can draw upon when making decisions/trying to end up where you want to end up “in life”. Best regards – Michael
I keep having a recurring dream that I’m on a bus going to some sort of field trip. The people in the dream are always different and sometimes my destination is different or i finish the dream before i see where i got/ don’t remember which is what mostly happens.
Hi Rose – very interesting dream! What kind of “field trip” are you on in your life? And what kind of people are influencing you on your life journey? …are questions I would ask to this dream. Best regards – Michael
Yesterday I dreamt that I was driving an older, normal-sized yellow with black stripe school bus. The bus was empty; there were no children/people inside. I must have driven in one direction, but on the return trip, still no people inside, I was driving a newer model school bus. I drove across a major 4-lane intersection until the bus stalled, at which time I got out of the bus and dragged it, by myself, across the rest of the intersection. When I got to the other side, the door would not open, but I was determined to drive the bus, so I forced the door open an got in the driver’s seat. Any thoughts?
I recently had my 86 year young mother come to stay with me from overseas and she returned home a week ago, but the bus ride in the dream happened in a place where I grew up. Even though there was a problem in the dream it was a happy one.
My dream.
All of the passengers were seated, my mother sat between the window and me I kept my bag clear of the aisle while she placed hers at her feet and partly under her seat as the driver hopped on opened the drivers low door and slid into his seat. He seemed a cheerful character as he swung his head back toward the passengers and greeted us with a cheery Mediterranean accented hello, which seemed exaggerated but probably wasn’t. Most of the passengers smiled at his happy go lucky attitude. As the bus started up he apologised for his lateness reminding us that those already on could pay as they got off. Let me have a look, he grinned, yes I will remember you all, he said after a quick glance along the rows before returning back to the driving wheel singing some song I had never heard of but which made my mother snigger. The driver’s rear view mirror showed a slice of his dark almond shaped eyes and a wad of dark hair that fell across them each time he turned a corner or braked quickly. The chatter on the bus was endless, the rustle of newspapers, and shopping bags, the dinging of the bell as people got on and off the bus, the silent pauses when alls that could be heard were the sounds of the engine and the bus gears being changed until eventually it was my mother’s stop. I move into the aisle as she budged along the seat with her handbag and several other bags. We said our goodbyes as the driver waited for her to alight, and off she went, I moved along the seat, close to the window and watched her cross the pavement and walk between the gap in the hole in the wall, across a muddy strip of earth and along the cindered path, other people were getting off too, after her, as the bus engine shook and rumbled, it was then that I felt something touch my foot under the seat, when I fumbled around I realised it was my mother’s purse and grabbing it I called to the driver to stop the bus just as he was about to pull out from the bus stop.
Mama Mia he called back smiling, his hands in the air, hurry hurry he laughed as I brushed through the aisle toward the doors. I won’t be a minute please wait, she forgot her purse. I caught sight of my mother’s dark winter coat waddling into the distance.
Hurry Hurry said the driver as I stepped off the bus and onto the concrete. In the gap of the wall the ground was muddy but I managed to jump over the puddles and race along the concrete calling, Mother Mother wait! She didn’t turn around and did not hear me until I was right behind her and breathlessly said, mum! You left your purse on the bus!
Are you sure its mine?
Of course it is look I said
So it is how did that happen
I don’t know but the bus is waiting I have to get back.
Okay! Okay Go on, you don’t want it to go without you.
Looking back at the bus, lots of faces were peering at me, the driver was now standing on the platform and another driver was chatting to him, he must have thought our driver was having engine trouble.
I quickly turned on my heels with my mother behind me, as mothers do, she was following me back to make sure I did get on the bus.
Mum just go I said I will be fine.
I soon reached the strip of mud, the stretch seemed filled with more rain than it was a few moments ago so much so that I didn’t feel I could have jumped it without getting my feet really wet.
The bus driver waved and called.
I dithered by the long ditch and decided to throw my small bag over to the wall first so that my ahnds were free for balance or to catch the wall when I landed, but the bag fell into the ditch. Out of desperation I jumped the ditch half landing in the muddied water and now beneath the wall I could not see the bus or the passengers through the small windows but could see the driver as he leaned over the high wall.
I’m stuck I said
He laughed and in his sing songy voice said it was ok he was going to get me and the bag.
I was hanging onto a thin ledge of wall my feet in the mud slowly sliding down into the water as the driver leaned over the wall stretching his arms holding a stick now in one hand and just caught the handle of my bag and fished it out of the water. Next he took my hands tightly in his grip and finding a foothold in the wall managed to pull me up onto the top of the wall, where I rolled over and down onto the pavement on the other side with just a muddy pair of shoes, and feet hardly wet at all.
“Thank you so much”, I said to the driver .Everyone on the bus cheered, the driver bowed to his audience, handed me my soggy bag, saw me back onto the bus and jumped back into the driver’s seat.
“So sorry”, I said to the passengers, so apologetically that even those that didn’t see the funny side of it forgave me for keeping them late. Mum was stood on the other side of the wall waving. I waved back until she was out of sight and alls that I could hear was the humming of the engine as I sat quietly reflecting, smiling back at the slice of face in the driver’s rear view mirror.
I just had a dream I was on a bus it’s dark outside and it was hard to catch one and I didn’t know the number of bus I needed and too many people were there. I didn’t know where I was going. I saw my father getting on bus so I followed. But I didn’t talk to him and he was in a corner. I kept asking people, driver where was my stop they were all laughing and not telling me where I was, what city, what street. I kept naming my childhood bus stop and they laughed. So I got out but my father stayed on a bus. I tried to catch the right bus but didn’t know where I was and which one I needed. I got into one and started going totally wrong way. And everyone was laughing. And I kept going further and totally wrong way. Then I woke up.