No doubt due to the recent rash of extremely (and inexplicably) late buses, last night I dreamed I was waiting for the bus.

And waiting.

And waiting.

And waiting.

In the dream, I had convinced one of my bus-averse girlfriends to ride with me, and she had brought a date. (Of course, the woman in the dream did not in any way resemble the girlfriend in question, but somehow, I knew it was her. You know how it goes.) So there we were, standing at a bus stop I didn’t recognize (not even in the dream), waiting for a bus that never came. Lots of other buses came, but they were all strange numbers headed to places I’d never heard of, and none of them were listed on the sign at the stop.

I woke up before the bus we were waiting for showed up. I believe I will be haunted for the rest of my life.