at school . . . looked more like a cross between Will C Wood and the oceanside campus of Mira Costa . . . I was taking a bus around the campus to get to where I parked my car (like I usually do at CSULB), but at the stop before I needed to be, the bus stopped completely and made us all get out. Then it parked in the parking lot and wouldn't let anyone else get on, but wouldn't say why.
So I'm standing there in the parking lot waiting for the next bus that has to be coming at some time when these two guys come up to me. I know them both in the dream. One of them I don't know well, and the other one I seem to have a major crush on.
The one that I have a crush on asks me if I can help him. He's got a math question about fractions. I take a look at the stuff and it seems very simple, but I don't say anything about that, I just explain it to him.
As I'm doing that, the other guy walks off, leaving me there with this gorgeous guy, and no bus to take me away.
Me and the guy decide that we want to walk around some since we don't think the bus is coming at any time soon. We start out walking into the school . . . just walking and talking . . . . we talk about anything and everything . . .
Near the end of our wander around the school, we're passing some portables, and my old manager, Mr Goldenberg comes out seeming all worried about the bus situation . . . making comments on how his students shouldn't have to wait that long. He wanders off still muttering about that and I look to the cute guy and hold up a set of keys . . . they're my old Cash Office keys from my first store with a skeleton key instead of just my door key.
I tell the guy that they're all I really need to get around in the school. He makes some comment about how I probably shouldn't have those 'cause Mr Goldenberg is a stickler for the rules. Mr Goldenberg then come out of the portable in front of us and takes the keys from me.
"What are you doing with those?"
He then goes back into the portable coming out moments later with no keys. Me and the guy head back down to the parking lot, and Mr Goldenberg follows to make sure a bus was coming. The guy keeps asking me questions about myself.
Finally we hear the rumble of a rather large bus as the "substitute" bus comes down the hill. It stops where we are, and the fumes coming out of the back are almost unbearable, but we all walk down the steps and around to the side of the bus that we would enter from. The bus was full though, so we had to stand on this platform on the side of the bus.
I remember at some point in the dream promising someone that I would ride inside the bus.
Anyway . . . Mr Goldenberg went to the door of the bus and thanked the driver for coming on such short notice. The guy was standing just behind me. He kinda had an arm around my waist as the bus started moving kinda to help protect me from falling off (there were bars for us to hang on to as well) and then he asked if I would go to dinner with him.
