I’m with an Indian man who looks like the guy from Sense-8. He has a stringed instrument and I have a 4 stringed mandolin type instrument. I don’t really know how to play it but I figure out how to do a major scale on it and we start playing music together. It’s nice and fun. Then I’m with a couple guys who are internet marketers. One of them is teaching a program and I’m having lunch or something with him. I get the feeling that I’m not in the US. He’s talking about selling his programs for $3k. He used to sell them for $2380. According to the other guy that’s with him, $2380 used to be a meme on the internet. I have to leave to get to a dinner or something. I leave with my bag. I recall a storm drain and water. I get on a large yellow public bus to get to my destination. I need to change my clothes which I’m doing and realizing that there’s cat hair on my shirt which I’m trying to brush off. I realize that there’s a woman on the bus who was at the internet marketing preso. She’s talking to the driver about where to get off. I notice that she’s broken the heals on her shoes which are white. It’s the second time I’ve seen her do that and mention it to her. As we’re driving along, I notice that the driver is starting to drive erratically. I’m concerned and start paying more attention to him. Suddenly I realize that he’s passed out and headed for a curve with a lot of traffic and going way too fast. I run to the front of the bus, grab the wheel and navigate thru the traffic tho I can’t reach the breaks and he’s still stepping on the gas. I finally squeeze myself into his seat and am able to pull the bus up to a curb and park it with minimal damage.
There’s fear that I overcome. There are numbers which I’m wondering is for me to sell stuff at. There’s cat hair which I’m worried about allergies. There’s the mando which is creative. The woman with the broken heals can still walk in those shoes.
