except they all very very vaguely tied into each other, although nowhere near cohesively. It started out with me and my dad on a bus, and it was obvious that most of the other passengers had never been on a bus trip of any length before because they were constantly complaining about what it like, but there was surprise mixed in with their complaints.
At any rate, there were several stops, and we got off at one, and there were people out in the field next to the station.
I wound up leaning across the fence talking to them.
Next thing I knew, I was on the phone talking to my ex-husband. We were making plans to go for a drive that afternoon, and to see some of his family, and we decided to meet around two. I asked him to call me if anything changed, and he told me that if it did, he would ping my website from a particular server
(which he told me, I just can’t remember). I repeated, CALL ME.
Then I was at the church talking to my pastor’s wife. She was worried about me and reminded me i need to go back to the doctor, because something’s wrong when I start looking like a boy. I looked in the mirror, and ACK. Tons of wild hairs on the middle of my upper lip. I woke up trying to find a way to get them off of me.
And at some point, I think I dreamed about monsters – they may have actually been in the field at the bus station. But they were the cute harmless ones like on Sesame Street…