I had this dream a few nights ago. I was in a bus that had the whole roof exposed but it wasn’t a double-decker type bus it just didn’t have a roof at all. The inside was very plastic-like with metal framing and 70’s era plain colors. We were traveling at high rates of speed never seeiming to slow down, like maybe 90mph through downtown Seattle but there was no accidents and no matter how fast we went we just glided through the streets. All of the passengers in the front of the bus where wearing regular street clothes and appeared to just be riding the bus. I was dressed in all white shackled with a black number across my front. As it became clear I was in a situation of holding or incarceration I glanced to the right and seen many more potentially inmates in the back of the bus all shackled and dressed in white jump suits. There was about a handful of armed guards next to us and one of them shouted, “All of the prisoners sentenced to death move to the very back and the others all sentenced to life remain in the last rows of seating. I felt instinctively relived that no one objected to me just staying in the very last row with everyone who seemingly was sentenced to life to wherever or whatever that meant. I looked out into the horizon but it was all fogged in the distance but all I could see was downtown buildings passing by as if the city would just not end. I looked down to inspect my shackles to see if they were real or not but just then I heard a guard shout in my direction in a very clear manner that he was talking to me. He said it just like this with the pauses being very important to how I heard it…he said “Move back here! ..and prep… the very last, DEATH.…ROW!” and I walked over to one of the inmates he was eyeing me towards and though I never recognized the inmates face or anything about him I had this overwhelming feeling that we knew each other and that he was a good guy who was liked by many. I started to feel like he didn’t deserve to be put to death but in an effort to not be moved to Death Row I quickly put the provided tape around his eyes and a black bag over his head. As the blackness covered his face I could hear him sobbing very softly and noticed both his fists were tight with grip like he was prepared to cross over to whatever side a higher power would grant him as electricity was presumed to travel through his body. I sat back down and felt like I was sobbing for him, or maybe for me or I didn’t know why. The bus just picked up more and more speed while the buildings just kept passing. Then I woke up and noticed my eyes had signs of actual wet tears around the corners as if some aspect of this was real. I quickly pulled out my phone and jotted down everything I could remember in my phones “notes” section. I wonder if the dream was telling me that no matter how bad shit gets, even if I was sentenced to life riding a bus at 90mph through downtown it would be better than dying or living with some type of disability that would keep from moving around the bus. At least that’s how I want to look at it.