My dreams last night lacked subtlety. Dream 1: I was in prison. I hadn’t done anything wrong to get there; I had just kind of stumbled into it. Dream 2: without plan or warning I hopped on a bus alone to some city in Virginia. Gee, Mr. Unconscious, feeling a little trapped?
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Weird. I had travelling dreams last night too.
But in one, I was waiting at a bus station in Virginia. You arrived and we went to some hole-in-the-wall joint for a bite to eat. I, as usual, was worried about the kids being at home alone.
In the dream before it was catastrophic train wreck stuff. Usual nightmare stuff. And this was before the alarm went off with the Amtrak segment on NPR.