Another Fun Dream

I was taking the bus home after a long day at school when after driving south down Broadway, instead of turning EAST on Table Mesa Drive like it is supposed to, it turns WEST because the little old lady sitting up front tells the driver that she is going to the grocery store and hates having to cross the street to get there, so the bus driver says, "ah heck, I'll just take ya there then." and she gleefully swings the bus across Broadway to turn right instead of left. She then proceeds to drive up Table Mesa the wrong way, going completely past the grocery store, past the church, past my aunt's house, past Bear Creek Elementary School, all the way up the hill to NCAR where I was hoping she would turn the bus around, drop off the old lady and get on with it. But she does not do this. Instead, she proceeds to drive that bus straight up the Flatirons and then uses them as a launching pad for the bus/rocket. Next thing I know, we are all being launched high into the sky. I look around the bus to see what everyone else seems to think of this. One man is sitting in the back corner listening to his iPod and pretending to do the crossword puzzle in the paper; he doesn't seem to concerned about anything. But I see that a few other passengers, like myself, are starting to get a little T-O'd that the bus driver is blasting us to Utah at Mach 5 because we all have places to be and things to down back down on EAST Table Mesa Drive that the bus driver doesn't seem to care about even in the least. One person asked me if we were being abducted by Mormons. So then I decided that something probably needed to be done about the situation. So I went up to the driver and asked her if I could drive for a second, and she readily obliged, saying, "I don't even know how to drive this thing!" So I sat down in the driver seat as we were rocketing into space and turned that bus right back around. As Boulder approached, I scoped out Table Mesa drive and aimed for it. I landed that bus right on Table Mesa drive in front of the grocery store and let the little old lady out who was happy that she wouldn't have to walk across the street to get there now. Then the bus driver drove us the rest of the way down Table Mesa EAST and I was able to go home and get on with my life for once.