Now that Stan is taking the bus to work instead of driving, I am having bus anxiety dreams on his behalf.
I dreamt that it was a very cold winter morning and I had to take the bus to school (high school? college? grad school?). I decided to wait for the bus with Stan. I asked him for a bus ticket. He was very reluctant to give me one, stating that he doesn't have many left. The bus ticket had torn edges and looked like it was made out of rice paper. We were waiting on a corner that looked like Elizabeth and Stover in Fort Collins. There were a lot of people at the bus stop as well. I saw a bus come, but it was the wrong one. It had a name on it that wasn't a letter or number of the route. Instead it was an abstract, like "reality" or something. I decided that was a chartered tour, so I didn't board it. I don't think I ever got on the bus in the dream.
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