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Thought I was on the wrong bus but the other one was doomed

Dream 1 – I was on a bus, not sure where I was going. I noticed that I didn't have bus fare, and dug through my purse looking for money. I must have been on a Houston bus, because I remembered the fare was $1.25. I noticed the bus wasn't going where I thought it was going, I thought it was going to the Heights, but it passed and I don't remember exactly where it was going, I may have passed through Baytown. I wondered if the bus was coming to the end of the route and double-back and if I would have to pay a double fare.

I found a check from my sister for $3.50, it had glitter on it. I thought, well, that won't work on the bus. Then I found a $5 bill. Something about the back of the bus being painted black and seeming kind of weird. I wondered why I had brought what I did – my pillow (the regular one). A thought about therapy flashed through my mind, it was all overlapping and fuzzy.

I wondered if I was on the #66.

The bus turned around and dropped me off, it was rainy and wet and there had been a bunch of “sparkly people” who took a different bus. Some guy on the ground to my right asked me a question, and I asked him to repeat it because I only heard the last part of what he said and I wasn't sure what the question was. I asked him a couple of times to repeat the question, and he looked at me pointedly and put on headphones. He laid back on the ground, and his head was in a puddle of water that nearly covered his face. I splashed his face and angrily said, “There's your answer!", not caring if I drowned him.

Someone was telling me about the other bus that others had taken, that it was on a slippery road and whoever was driving was not a good driver or driving drunk or something...and that also who was really driving (?) was a band called “Cherry Oats”, who was known for their drunk driving or bad driving. It was clear that those on that bus were pretty much doomed.


Marla, cuddling, bedbacon

Dream 2 – I was with Marla on a bed. A small dish with some chopped bacon on it. Setting the bacon on a burner on an oven that was part of the bed, with flat-top burners, spilling oil, trying to catch myself and my hand got caught in the oil but maybe Marla helped me catch it before I burned myself totally. Saying something about it not being a good idea to have the stovetop as part of the bed. Marla snuggling and kissing me. Told me she thought I was beautiful, and I thought it was because Lauren and I look alike and she thinks Lauren is beautiful.