Podcast: Dreamy Audio
Episode: 37
Title: On a bus
Host: Lewis Moten
Release Date: Circa October 13, 2005 – May 11, 2006
Restored Date: January 16, 2026
Duration: 6:26
Channels: 1 (mono)
Sample Rate: 44.1 kHz
Encoding: MP3, VBR (~130 kbps)
File Size: 1.6 MB
Summary
In this thirty-seventh Dreamy Audio entry, Lewis Moten recalls being seated in a small room on a special chair that broadcasts his thoughts aloud to friends observing him. Thought becomes transmission, intention becomes audible, and the dream slips seamlessly into another layer where he’s suddenly driving a bus—responsible, improvising, and unsure of the route.
Confusion deepens as roles shift. He’s told he can’t be the driver, realizes he’s on the wrong bus, pays a small fare to resolve it, and mentally signals the observers—who momentarily appear. The dream ends with him once again driving an empty bus, watched but alone, simply trying to find a place to park.
Analysis
This dream explores visibility without validation. The thought-broadcasting chair suggests vulnerability and self-awareness under observation, while the bus reflects responsibility taken without clear permission. Repeated corrections—wrong bus, wrong role—point to uncertainty about authority, ending with solitary control that feels functional but unresolved.
Transcript (auto-generated)
Now this dream was odd. Basically I was put into a special chair in a very small room and there were five other chairs there that apparently friends of mine were also sitting in. And everyone was there to help me or to observe what I would be thinking of or encountering with my friends. And one of the things I noticed was that I could touch two handles in the chair and think in my mind.
And if I would everybody else would be able to hear what I would intentionally try and say in my mind. So then I went into the dream and I was on a bus. I was driving the bus, stopped at a gas station, saw it arriving somewhere. And I didn’t have money for gas so I just asked them where another gas station was I needed to go to.
That was with the bus company. I had the only kind of smart remark about how I was blocking all the traffic to the gas station. And then she mentioned something about rap music songs or something and apparently I understood what she was saying and I started listing off all these people who sung rap music.
She was half impressed, but not really. I got back on the bus, and somehow I fell asleep on the bus. Someone woke me up and wanted 63 cents extra to help with the gas. I replied that I was the driver of the bus, though.
They looked around, and asked how I could be. I said, well, since nobody volunteered to drive I offered. He said, definitely not on this bus. Apparently it was a bus of veterans. These guys would have definitely volunteered to drive the bus. I looked around and realized I was on a different bus. I tried to explain to them that I think it was a transfer, and I forgot about it.
I handed the guy 65 cents, and I did not worry about the change. He said, I think I understand how you got mixed up, even on this way. At that time I whispered in my mind, and one of the people showed up from that room.
I don’t know. I was just really weird. I was driving the bus again, and the rest of the bus was empty. Except those other five people in the room were watching, but they weren’t there. So I was pretty much driving the bus to find where to park it.
