Dream of: 29 June 2009 "Film School"

I was eating in a Mexican restaurant somewhere between Dallas and Fort Worth. When I stood up to leave, a Mexican boy (about 20 years old) pointed out my bill lying on the table. I picked up the bill and walked to the counter to pay. The bill came to $13, which seemed like a lot of money to me. I was debating whether to leave $2 or $3 for the tip. I thought $2 would be adequate, but I might leave $3.

As I stood at the counter, another Mexican man (about 40 years old) walked up and told me I had a phone call. I didn't know who would be calling me there, but I walked over to a pay phone on the wall, picked it up and heard the voice of my ex-mother-in-law, Paz, on the other end. When she asked me what I was doing, I suddenly remembered that I had told her I would call her at 1:00 o'clock, and that I had forgotten. Since it was now after 1:00 o'clock, I told her I was sorry. She said that was ok. I told her I would come and see her when I left the restaurant, if that was ok with her. She sounded happy and said that would be fine. I thought I could probably have sex with Paz if I wanted. Since I was feeling like I would like to have sex, I thought I probably would have sex with her.

I walked out of the restaurant. As soon as I was outside, I remembered I had forgotten to give a tip to the boy. I was sorry, but I thought it was too late to go back, so I continued on.

I boarded a bus headed toward Dallas. I was debating with myself whether I wanted to see Paz or another woman whom I knew. The other woman was about as attractive as Paz.

As the bus traveled toward Dallas, I remembered I wanted to visit another place, a film school which was located in the rear of a pharmacy. I couldn't remember exactly how to reach the pharmacy, although I knew it was in one of the little towns on the main road between Dallas and Fort Worth.

Other passengers were on the bus (which was very long) and everyone seemed to be Spanish-speaking Mexicans. I spoke in Spanish with a couple fellows.

The bus came to a stop and everyone started climbing off. I walked to the front. Other people were boarding the bus and I had to squeeze past them. I sat down in the seat behind the driver and began talking to him in Spanish, although I thought he probably spoke English. I tried to explain to him what I was looking for, a little "ciudad" on the road we were on just before we reached Dallas. He didn't know where I was talking about. He stepped off the bus.

Suddenly, with no driver, the bus began moving. I looked at the other people on the bus, and no one seemed to know how the bus was moving without a driver. The bus traveled down a street until it reached a parking lot enclosed with a fence and a closed gate. Somehow the bus passed over top of the gate and settled down inside the parking lot. I became worried about being inside the enclosed parking lot. The way the bus had entered the parking lot seemed very strange and I worried something dangerous was afoot.

The bus came to a standstill. Some passengers climbed off. Some of those remaining were smoking. I pulled out a pack of cigarettes and asked one of the passengers to give me a light. He handed me a strange-looking lighter which I tried to figure out so I could light my cigarette.

I pondered how I was going to reach the film school now.

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