I wanted to go to a dance class that featured Indian dance moves.
I got on the bus, but it wasn't the local line, it was the one going up to New York City. I wondered if the bus driver was going to charge me full price for the trip.
I was holding an iron on my lap.
The bus drove past the dance class I wanted to take. I sat on the bus with my iron and hoped
I could find the Indian neighborhood in Manhattan so I could take a dance class any way.
I don't normally comment on your dreams. I am worried that if I did you would wake up and the source would dry up because I would be a voyeur. So pretend I haven't or better still imagine that I have just commented in your dreams rather than on them and this isn't real at all.
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