I got very drowsy again this afternoon and opted for a nap.

     While napping I had a dream.  I initially got on a bus heading downtown to the telco where I used to work 20 years ago.

     The bus went through downtown and kept heading south, all the way to Southern California.  The driver was a big monster body builder type and wouldn’t let me exit the bus.

     On the way, we crossed over a river, the bridge went way up super high, like 1500 feet, and then back down. The bus labored to make it up the hill to the top of the bridge and then seemed to be going uncomfortably fast coming down the other side. I was afraid the brakes would burn out.

     At the bottom of the hill we were still on an elevated part of the highway, about as high up as the bus was long.  We came to a section where the highway was missing, like where you expect those “dip” signs in Southern California.

     The bus driver got out and lifted the bus down to the ground below.  Finally he let me get off the bus, I was in the Northern portion of Los Angeles.

     I had a cell phone with me, and my mother was still alive here on Earth and hers was the only number I could remember off the top of my head.

     So I called her, and in the conversation stated that I wasn’t sure if I should call the telephone company and explain why I was not at work or stay and look for a job here.

     I haven’t been to Los Angeles for more than 40 years.  I know that it’s basically taken the same route as Seattle and the housing has become totally unaffordable.  The average person in LA spends 49% of their income on housing.  I know I could never afford to live there.

     So don’t know where the LA portion of this dream comes from.