Dream: I am in busy Patchogue, Long Island, NY in the mid '60's but it is all different. It is Christmas and I have to get fabric and also find a gift for my brother George. Sometimes it is my son, Mykel, who I can't find an appropriate gift for and I'm running out o~f money and time. I see the shops are all scrambled, different and the city-like crowds are shoving and trying to catch busses. What bus can I take home? I feel lost. I see busses stopping across the street and I make my way over there and ask someone how to get back home. ~end of dream~
Comments: I did take the bus with friend Anita when we were young teens going from Farmingville to Patchogue by bus. It was always a bit scary for me then and I've had this same dream in various forms countless times.
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