Doom Dreams

[Drunk Monk]

I'm on a bus. Cole is driving. Bob is there, somewhere on the bus. My dad is swimming from Fremont then parallel to the Dumbarton bridge then to what must be Palo Alto. His aphasia is not a factor. In fact, I don't see him. We are just on the bus and the reason is to pick him up when he's done. Cole drives us into a swamp and the bus is flooded. The bus keeps going, but I find it all rather irksome. It's not cold but we are all very wet. The bus is now more like one of those WWII military half-track vehicles. Cole, Bob and my dad are no longer in the scene. Some other friends are there - nite krew friends - and it feels very tropical. I'm still irked because I think there might be sharks or gators.

I wake up to Fur Elise.