Bus Dream Meaning and Interpretations

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Bus Dreams – Dreaming about a bus represents a long patience-trying journey. You are currently or will soon encounter a situation that requires long suffering and perseverance. However, the rewards will always outweigh the trials that bring you to your destination. Keep going until you reach the end and you will find a kernel of True Enlightenment and a large portion of happiness.

Bus Dream Symbol

Dreaming of riding a bus can mean you are going along for the ride. Maybe you do not take responsibility and are happy to follow where others lead. It may be time to take responsibility for the direction your life is headed in.

If you regularly ride a bus in reality, then this dream can be in reference to the social side of the bus ride and the people you meet. It may even refer to the way you behave on the bus. Are you polite to fellow travellers, or are you rude and arrogant?

This could be a prompt to consider the destination and where you are currently going. Compare this to where you travel on the bus in real life. If the destinations are not similar, then this could warn you to take a different destination or travel a new route to get to where you are going. It could also mean you need to change your destination. If you do not ride a bus in your real life, this could be a reminder of a time in your life when you did ride the bus. Did you ride the school bus to school?

Driving the bus indicates people see you as a leader. This is an opportunity to take a good look at your skills and plan how you are going to use them to achieve your future goals. Paying the driver can symbolize the price you pay for following others’ leads or not reassessing the path you are currently on.

Missing a bus represents missing out on opportunities. This could be because you were unprepared or disconnected from the world around you. Do you have a habit of procrastinating over making decisions? Are you afraid to move out of your comfort zone?

Dreaming of waiting for a bus can mean you have postponed some part of your life temporarily. Or, you could be sitting back waiting for opportunities to come along. Getting on the wrong bus can indicate your fear of making bad decisions and poor choices. There could be a difference between what you want to do and others’ expectations.

Being in a bus accident is a warning you are hanging out with the wrong crowds. You need to consider your friendships and see where they are leading you. Are you playing the victim in your waking life? Do you take responsibility for the things that go wrong in your life? Asking the driver the destination of the bus can mean you are looking for guidance about the direction your life is taking. It may be a time to reassess your short and long-term goals.

Dreaming of riding a school bus can be a reminder of something that happened as a child on the bus. It could be that you need the lesson you learned way back then. It can also mean there is a lesson you currently need to learn so you can move close to reaching your goals.

Note* If you have had a dream related to this dream symbol or would like to add something that is related to this topic please leave comment below. Comments are a great way to interact with others who are dreaming about similar topics.

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Stephen is a self confessed dream junkie that loves all things dream related. He is a writer for Dream Stop and has been working in the field of dreams for the past decade. He believes that the YOU are the only person who can truly understand the meaning of your dreams. You have to look inside your inner thoughts to find the hidden truths in your dream. These interpretations are for entertainment purposes only. Stephen's interpretations should be considered an opinion, not professional advice.

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  1. Nadine Smith on

    I dreamt i was in a bus, the bus drove very close to a cliff the door flew open I held on to the rail of the bus, then the rain came puring down and i got wet I then went and sat down and was drying myself off everyone else was just minding their own

  2. 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.

  3. Please help i dreamt waiting for a bus is like we were going on a trip with a lot of people and later on the bus arrived , we did get inside the bus n the bus did continue to go

  4. Farah Berro on

    I dreamt of seeing from distance a really long huge bus packed with passengers wearing black from head to toe and the bus was supper packed that I couldn’t even see the bus color because of the passengers that many of them were on the roof of the bus.

  5. Hey Stephen, wondering can anyone help to interpret my dream please?

    I dreamt of hanging out of the bus while it travels around town (yeah, literary holding onto the window of the bus and hanging out) – I saw my feet hanging and my psychic protection anklet (which is loose) was going to fall and so does one of my slipper. I used my toes to manipulate the move and keep those in place.

    Then the bus came to a halt and the bus driver was giving away IT accessories such as mouse, cables.. and I thought to myself – Wow, this is such a kind driver.

    I am currently working in an IT field.

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