waking_in_dreams nr i'd been tired in my dream and fallen asleep, and then woke up in a bus parked on the street at nighttime. as i was trying to figure out where i was, someone came in and turned the bus on and began to drive. i went up and told him i'd fallen asleep and just woken up here, and he sort of chuckled. next i knew, the bus was full of people and i was sitting at the back. it was some kind of charter bus that made stops upon request. i went up again to talk to the driver and asked if we could stop in wicker park, where i was staying in chicago. he said yes. i walked back to the back of the bus, but then realized i'd need to get back to wicker park in time to pack all my stuff and catch a flight that was in about an hour. somewhere in those few minutes i'd been told by the driver that it would take 3.5 hours to get to wicker park. at the back of the bus, i was talking to people i'd met on a recent group trip, though i wouldn't remember them upon waking up for real. i said, "it takes 3.5 hours, i'm going to have to figure out what to do." i decided i'd have the bus drop me off sooner and take an uber back to where i was staying. i walked back to the front of the bus and the driver looked a bit bemused. "i'll need to stop sooner to catch a flight. can you just drop me off at the next stop?" while wondering if the traffic would be any better that way. the driver looked out the window, and said noncommittally, "we'll see what we can do." 250920 ... raze i slide out of sleep eight hours late, not knowing this is a dream within a dream. there's no sign of my mother, though i'm in her house. i find a pair of glasses in the bathroom. they're identical to the frames on my face. what i want most is food. i'd settle for a bowl of cereal. i find my father has already made breakfast for dinner. he's eaten all but one of the home fries. i'm left with a single strip of bacon and orange_juice that's almost too hot to drink. i take a sip of summer before the season slips away and decide i'm not so hungry after all. 250921 what's it to you? who go blather from