12:20:2002 Entry: "Ann : DREAM - bad bus trip"
DREAM - bad bus trip
I was travelling on a bus with some people that I didn't know. They all seemed much younger than me. The bus seemed to be travelling to foreign countries, like Europe or Northern Africa, but for some reason none of us travellers needed visas because we were all together as a group. I didn't want to be there; I wanted to go home. I almost felt as if I'd been taken against my will. The bus stopped at some destination and we went into a museum-like structure where there were lots of other people. I saw my friends Lamya and Russ there, but they didn't see me, and for some reason I didn't say anything to them, although I wanted to, to let them know I needed a way to get back to the States. I didn't know where to go, so I followed some of the women on the bus as they went to some sort of lounge area in the museum to sit down, talk and smoke. They were too young for me to be hanging around them, they were talking about brainless, mundane, subject matter, yet, I felt helpless and clingy because I didn't know anyone else or where to go.
With some people I say
We were all
together as they see
To be there, I
know they went to them, they see
me, and we went into a trip.
Posted by aseyelum @ 11:08:2002:02:16 PM CST