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.
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When trying to understand your dreams it is important to know that your dreams are… your dreams. As such, you are the best person to figure out the true meaning of your dreams.
However, it is important to learn how to generally approach your dreams. Dream dictionaries like this one are only a supplement, and if you want to fully utilize the potential of your dreams, you should start at a different place.
My online course “Unlock your DREAMlife” gives you a great foundation for understanding (and recalling) your dreams.
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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).
Dream dictionaries are a very helpful tool when interpreting dreams. However, generally learning how to approach your dreams, will give you a better foundation for understanding them. My online course “Unlock your DREAMlife” teaches you how to much better utilize – recall and understand – your dreams.
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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!”
Hey, I had a dream I was being ajob for a tour guide and therefore I was asked to first tour with a few workmates on a bus and therefore we used the bus what could this mean ?
Dreamed that several large buses were appearing and disappearing from the sky and I was watching with awe, then suddenly a long convoy of buses zoomed past me this time now from the road and I was standing by watching, some of the vehicles were long moving trailers carrying machineries and other strange objects.
It was a long convoy, as they zoomed past me I noticed that some of the buses were carrying passengers and they just went on along the road while myself and others watched with wonder because the buses were out of this world large and strangely built. I woke up realizing it’s just another of my recurring dream of seeing cars , airplanes and buses comi g down from the sky onto the road, funny enough I have never been a passenger of any!
What could possibly be the interpretation?
Yesterday night I dreamed of traveling in a bus which was long but small in size. It was very comfortable inside bus with sleeping beds above our heads. We were being able to go through narrow roads and very hard roads which amazed me alot. WAITING FOR YOU TO REPLY
In my dream I was in a bus stop then a sranger told me i will lost something big (my money) when we ride the bus and when we are on our way i sudden felt it was a wrong so i told the driver to drop me off then i walk in an opposite way. I cant remember the other details.
In real life I went on a plane for vacation (aug 2-aug 5) Going to and coming back I saw this gentleman in the plane. Very handsome with a distinctive spirit that I could not stop thinking about since my return for my trip. I had a dream the next day I was on a bus and I saw him again. I thought to myself (in the dream) there he go! I finally can connect with him. Ironically, he was on his own bus speaking to whoever was driving the bus I was on. I was like a fly on the wall where neither saw or spoke to me. But I was there, watching him and this guy talk and laugh. The gentleman I saw from the plane in real life drove his own bus but started going to the opposite direction. I proceeded on the bus looking back trying to see what number bus he drove. It was number 62. In the dream I was happy to know what bus number he drove in hopes to position myself to see him again. I woke up.
Sigh… I hope the universe allows us to cross paths again. Almost a month later and I still can’t stop thinking about the coincidence. What are the odds to see someone twice on a airplane?! ….I hope God allows us to cross paths again..what a dream ❤️
Hi,
I’ve had a recurring dream where I am on a bus with someone, both times the people were different but there were subtle hints of romance. The first time in the dream I arrived at a very fancy station where I met another one of my irl friends, but the second time I finished the dream by working on my science fair project. I think it’s also worth mentioning that in the second dream I received the individual’s phone number.
That’s a long dream.
I have a similar dream where I’m travelling to my mother’s house and never have money to pay the driver. But I always somehow scrape together the ticket price. Its usually the same dream repeating. I have to change buses to get to her house in the city by walking along the harbour to get to the exchange bus.
I always see myself get off at her house and the dream always ends the same way with me walking from the bus stop to her house.
Does anyone know what this means?
I keep having a dream about being trapped on a bus with a huge group of mentally handicapped individuals. Every time I thought I was going to get to drop off a few of them, there would stipulations so I couldn’t. I would help them off and on the bus. I was driving the bus. After a while of driving the whole group got in sync and started yelling “MILKSHAKE< MILKSHAKE"!!! What in the world does this mean??
My dream was in a bus traveling to unknown destination as the bus was traveling it started to sink the back wheels and after a long struggle it came back on the road again though the journey was very scary
I was on a bus and was standing up in the isle. in front of me on the bus flòor is a large pile of money which is blocking me from moving towards the bus door. My right hand picks up a handful of gold coloured coins I then wake up
I keep having this recurring dreams that I’m leaving school and getting
on a school bus. But each time, something different happens. One time, the bus driver got in a car accident but all the students weren’t on the bus anymore and it was just me. Last night, I had a dream that I was leaving my classroom and as a walked outside I got on the school bus. Me and the other kids were just sitting there laughing and then the bus driver said she would be right back. When she left, the bus started driving on its own. Everybody was in panic mode. I looked outside the window and noticed that the bus was pulling out of my houses drive way. I was so confused. and then this little girl riding a bike almost got hit by the bus but the bus drove away and the parents of the little girl noticed that no one was driving the vehicle and that it’s moving on it’s own. I managed to get the car door unlocked and i hopped out when the car slowed down. but then the car started going backwards and forwards, trying to hit me. I don’t know why, but i stayed on the road trying to dodge the car, when I could’ve easily walked to the houses or just someplace off of the road.
I had a dream similar one to other nights, like it always on a bus. different destinations and my old friends are in them from the school I left 2 years ago. it on a old yellow and black strip bus and we travel like it is a school trip but it doesn’t feel like one will stop for food but I won’t get any we go to the shops but I don’t get anything and then I wake up mad my dreams always start good and end not so
I had a dream I entered in the bus going to city from village but I didn’t know well the areas in that city thought I woke up before reaching
I dreamt I was ion my boyfriend bus with his sister and two children I dreamt he was on the phone and I saw the bus almost going Into a ditch 2hen I touch him to let him know he avoided the ditch we got off and I saw the bus flip over on its back ànd the some persons came took the bus away and we started walking towards a bar I saw his sister getting dressed in a light blue dress my boyfriend lying on a bed and I went to
Kiss him and then he looked surprised what does all this mean
Hi I have a weird dream of a Speeding open back bus ..driver speeds and I can’t get off ….hanging on to dear llife to bus rail and 1 other person with me..what might my dream be telling me
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.