When I was an active abuser of the drug alcohol and other drugs, would have yucky nonsensical monster dreams. Sometime I could even control some of the scenario of the dream seconds before the dreams started. Now, many years after the absence of drugs such as alcohol, etc. I have dream of 'life' that are so real. I was raised in Ferndale, Mi. a Suburb right north of Detroit. My Dream tonight was that I was on a city bus (green color) that was taking me to the boundary of Ferndale so I thought. The bus driver (she) turn off onto 7 mile rd. I asked if this all the further north she went and she said yes and I could catch the Woodward bus coming. As I reached for transfer ticket change, she said the college bus did not need transfer tickets. As I got off the bus she started to circle, I sat on the stairs exiting the bus, there was confusion to where she wanted me to get off. When I finally did get off, I wasn't sure which was north and which was south as being I needed to go north to Ferndale. I raced across Woodward Ave. Flagging down the coming Metro County bus (orange red color). The bus driver a (large black woman) saw me but went ahead a drove up to the bus sign, my medical condition making it almost impossible to get to the bus far away in time, I slumped down to the pavement in hopes of getting some sympathy. Others were getting on the bus. I got up and staggered to the bus. I admonished the bus driver. I told her that God saves places in hell for people like her. She said that me being rude, she could ask me to show my Medicare Card. I told her too late, I am on the bus. She no, that she could still ask for it. I said 'no', I already showed it to her (lying). See now I am being rude. She went back talking to the other riders. In the back of my dreams' mind, I knew that I did not live in Ferndale for a very long time so why was I going out there, but it never interrupted the dream. Ferndale was a more fashionable city than Detroit even back then.

When I have these types of dreams, I have to get up and stay up for a while until the feelings subside before going back to bed. Jeez! Thanks for reading all of this. I not very sure to why I shared this with all of you.

RICHARD