Last night I dreamt, as I often do, that I was in Brooklyn. Not sure when it was or how old I was, but my parents were still alive and I was staying with them (I think not living with them). For some reason I was taking a bus in the evening down a main avenue, maybe 18th, and was somewhere in Bensonhurst or Bath Beach – then I forgot to get off at Bay Parkway, where I was supposed to, and had to take another bus to get back, and then I took a bus in the wrong direction, and was getting increasingly frustrated as it got later and the streets got emptier – at which point I said to myself (in the dream) that I would have been much better off just biking home.
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