Dreams 9/8

 

Dreamt that I was on a small bus full of old neighbors, and we were all young. It was something like the school bus, only not quite, more like a dream bus. The bus stopped on a street in The French Quarter, and only Matt and I got off. We roamed the streets for a very long time looking for a place to stay. It looked like a ghetto: Dream Ward. Around and around we went before coming to a boarded-up corner place covered with flyers and small posters and realizing we were going in circles. There was a narrow hot pink and white trailer, and I told Matt that I could stay there. The owner opened up the back of it, and it slid out like a drawer revealing that it was covered in all sorts of different plush carpeting. It didn't have any running water, and we decided we couldn't stay there afterall. So, we walked on looking for The Hotel St. Marie. We rounded more corners and went through forsaken places until finally coming upon it. When we got to the room I said, I had to take a shower.