Another One Rides The Bus

Date: 5/29/2020

I can only remember the last part to the dream. I know things happened before the bit I am about to log kicks off at St Enoch bus terminus in Glasgow. However, once again my dreams have escaped me. I only remembered this bit because I forced myself to focus on what happened in my dreams immediately after I woke up. It was a bit like the morning after a night on the razzle dazzle and you've forgotten how much of a tit you made of yourself. Then, things come back to you. "Fuck, I didn't say that, did I?" "Oh Jesus and the CEO was there when I did that!!!" and the old favourite "It's only a matter of time before the police turn up". Anyways, here is where the bit that I can remember begins.... I am walking with my ex-wife through Glasgow city centre (Or the toon as we call it. Well when I was a kid we did. Now because of these entitled millennial idiots with their stupid fucking names like Caleb or Hamish - who'd call a wean Hamish in the 21st century? - the Glasgow accent has been mostly watered down to something totally unrecognisable. So much so that English people find it easy to understand Glaswegians now! 😠). Anyway, I digress. I am walking through the bus terminus with my lovely ex-wife and I remember she is wearing blue Adidas trainers. I must have bought them for her because these trainers were nice and that woman has no taste. I spot my older sister Alison waiting for a bus. She acknowledges me but wants to remain unnoticed by Jayne as she can't stand the twat. Neither of my sisters can. At least it was Alison. If it was Elaine she'd have come over and kicked her fucking head in 😂 Behind Alison is a bunch of French tourists. Loads of them. I make derogatory comments about French people (I have nothing against the Frogs in real life 😁) and think to myself I hope they miss their bus. A bus passes through quickly and obscures my view of Alison and the French tourists. When it passes, the French tourists are gone but Alison is still standing there. She is angry that she missed the bus. I plough on regardless with Jayne behind me and I think to myself that we have a very long journey on foot ahead. I think we might have ended up on a bus after that but the bit where I am leaving the terminus about to cross the road and head towards the Clydeside is the last part of the dream that I can recall.