I dreamt that I was riding around in a bus that was being driven by a guy I know, and was full of young women who seemed to be Miss America contestants. We were supposed to be touring various homes and sights around town, but he kept driving maniacally and whipping around corners at outrageous speeds.

At the end, all the girls had gotten out (somehow) and one of them I guess had thrown up and was crying about it. I kept trying to tell her that if she was going to have one bad experience during the pageant, at least she hadn't thrown up while she was on stage. Hrm.

There was a little piece of the dream where I was sitting close to this driver, and he reached back for some reason and was playing with my shirt, or something? It was a bit like the party Friday night and he was just sort of idly playing with the front of my shirt, but then his hand wandered and I was like, "Hey, hey, you're touchin it!" He sort of looked back at me and said, "Oh yeah?" and kept doing it.

Damn my carnal subconscious desires! Damn them to HELL!!!