In case you don't remember, I have to commute every day to work. To save on gas and personal sanity, I almost always take the bus and it almost always takes 40 minutes each direction. Last night I boarded the bus shortly after 5:00. Nearly 45 minutes later, we had still not reached the freeway. Still! 45 minutes! I felt as though I could have walked home by then. (Although probably not, realistically).
Once we were finally freeway-bound, I dozed off, like I almost always do. At some point in my dreaming, something terribly startling must have occurred because I woke up screaming, threw my arms in the air and whacked the woman sitting to my right. I mean really, this was so terribly embarrassing I cannot even tell you. She looked at me in terror and kept asking if I was okay. Luckily the seats are high enough that I could hide from the rest of the peering eyes on the bus.
I still can't remember what the dream was all about but I have a vague recollection of a rat and a snake. Whatever that means.
I may never sleep on the bus again.