Dream - The wild bus ride; the invasion

I was riding in a bus, empty except for myself and the driver.  And he was some kind of maniac.  He drove as wildly as possible, laughing at me as he did.  He was obviously trying to scare me, out of sheer perversity, apparently, and enjoying every second of it.  He was dressed like a "gangsta".  There aren't usually seat belts in a bus like this, but I found some and buckled in, which made him laugh and drive faster.  He careened up on a sidewalk to pass some stopped cars -- I thought for sure we would crash then, but we didn't -- and when he burst out on the other side, there were two cars that had joined him in the action, as if it were a race.  He had to slam on his brakes to avoid hitting one.  I was hoping there'd be a police car somewhere nearby to stop him, but there wasn't.

As awful as the ride was, it got me where I was going without injury.  I hopped out of the bus as quickly as possible and found that I had ridden to a sort of vacation home.  There was a main family inside who owned the house, and then a bunch of people who were staying there for a time.  I recognized one of them as an old bigfooting buddy who was complaining that he'd been working too hard and couldn't get any sleep.  There were also many pets in the house, including one large New Foundland -- which the owner said was small for its breed, though it was actually larger than a real New Foundland.

It was one of these, a Landseer New Foundland

I spent my time there recording songs, and was pleased to find that several of the people there were fine singers, including one lady who was very good.  I had her try out a song my brother and I wrote and I thought she was awesome.  I spoke to my brother by phone and had him listen in as she tried another take.

A second dream comes from my wife, who rarely has this sort of dream.  In it, she and her whole extended family were staying at a beach resort.  A couple of them told her that they intended to go home early, which made her a little sad.  She spent some time on the beach, and noticed that our daughter was sitting very close to the edge of the ocean, and that a huge shark was there, half out of the water.  Though it was obviously in distress and dying, it still had the energy to gnaw on our daughter's hand, but she didn't seem to notice.

A bit later on, my wife heard a loud sound and wondered what it could be -- was it an earthquake?  An explosion?  She ran outside with some of the family (a few of us were missing at this point) and saw that UFOs were coming down in the sky, sending down beams of energy which caused the explosions.  She also saw a large robotic looking fellow parachuting down.  She immediately thought that we were being invaded by aliens and at that point woke up.

Maybe not exactly like this..

These are two dreams on the same night by two different (but related) people.  The similarities are pretty interesting -- both involve a vacation and both involve a stressful event, though the emphasis is different in each.  I should point out that my wife never dreams about UFOs or anything like that.  Instead, it's very much like a dream that I would have.

EDITED TO ADD -- it seems pretty obvious to me that you can draw a connection between the New Foundland from my dream and the alien invasion in my wife's dream, but that might not be so obvious to readers so let me draw that out for you:

Though we typically think of Columbus as the pointy tip of the spear that was Westward migration, it actually began with the Vikings and New Foundland.  The settlements at New Foundland were small and not very successful, but the interaction between the Vikings and the natives there must have had an effect, even if what that was is not well understood (and sometimes hotly debated) now.

In the dream, I'm frightened by the size of the New Foundland, though the owner assures me it's a small one.  But the dog turns out to be pretty friendly.

You can also connect the dog with the robot in my wife's dream -- where I see a large, but friendly dog, she sees a dangerous transformer-like machine of destruction.

Note I'm not saying that you need to do any of that connecting, only that you can.

LATER EDIT:  I went looking for information on the Landseer because I had not heard of it before I found its picture on the web.  It turns out it was named after a painter named Sir Edwin Henry Landseer, who painted this portrait:

A Distinguished Member of the Humane Society

That particular fellow was named Bob, and he "was found in a shipwreck off the coast of England. The dog found his way to the London waterfront where he became known for saving people from drowning, a total of twenty–three over the course of fourteen years."

That's pretty cool.