I don’t know what I was doing on the bus. I had a car. I even offered Morrell a ride home after he told me he still couldn’t drive. He suffered a brain injury, and almost lost his life, in a car accident several years ago and had to relearn how to do basic things most people take for granted like walking and reading. He still hadn’t relearned how to drive in the dream. That’s if he ever would.

I think I asked him how he got “here” or “there” and he told me, or implied that, he walked. It seemed to be to the high school we attended from Highland Park; about four miles. I told him that wasn’t far to me; he knew I walked a lot; to which he reminded me of his disability. That’s when I offered him the ride albeit reluctantly because I generally don’t like other people in or near my car.

He was near the front of the bus and I was closer to the back, so we’d been talking loud enough for everyone else to hear; something I would’ve hated doing, thus probably wouldn’t have done, in real life. He eventually came back to where I was; I guess he was just getting on when we saw each other; and sat just behind and across from me, where we continued our conversation.

I hadn’t seen him in years nor the friends I met thru him. “You still talk to William,” I asked. He put up his hand and did the kinda wave except here it probably meant not really. I also asked about Darius; I think that was his name but I was more certain in the dream; and I thought he said he was gay. There was a lot of noise on the bus, so I was going to ask him to repeat it when I awoke.

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