Bronx bus ride with RoRo

Date: 3/18/2026

I no longer live in the Bronx, but SO MANY of my dreams take me there with more nostalgia in my dreams than what’s is reality these days. And I’ve also found many of my dreams are remnants of the past few days, filing away memories. I dreamt I started my way out toward a solo weekend adventure to a different part of the NYC tristate area I haven’t been to before. I had a large backpack with all I needed, or so I thought. That included food and an umbrella. I didn’t know if I was camping or staying at a motel. I started my adventure on a bus. But darn, it started raining already, and I could’ve sworn I had my bright yellow umbrella. I debated going back to get it. I started going back home and asked Rosie (nicknamed RoRo) to accompany me. I debated which bus to take. It took Rosie forever to get her bus pass to be properly read by the electronic reader. She really kept her temper steady. I know I’d be pissed, as I had a similar traveling situation last month and it messed up my whole schedule. The bus driver tried helping her. Other passengers got on the bus and RoRo continued to try. FINALLY, she was able to get on. Now it’s my turn. I see what was frustrating to Rosie. Not only did we have to put our bus pass to the electronic reader, we had to choose where our ultimate destination was. (How could Rosie pick her final destination when it was where she boarding from? So her final destination was her starting point. Whoever programmed this didn’t take that into consideration. This sounds like a real life dilemma.) The bus driver was patient with me, too. I haven’t seen this new bus screen. I had an idea of where I was going. But there seemed to be two destinations, one with numbers only (82) and the other with numbers and letter (I don’t recall if it was 82A or 82B). The bus screen repeated the steps until I got it correct. My experience seemed less frustrating than what Rosie went through.) I should’ve gotten off at Morris Park and WPR, but instead I missed my stop and got off at Rhinelander Ave. I had to walk back. Thought I believed I had plenty of time for my out of town bus connection. I saw a vendor selling soup. It was expensive, but seemed right, since I’d been exposed to the rain. When I reached for my money, I finally found my yellow umbrella. Figures. When the rain had ended. They had some stools for me to sit on. I asked the vendor for the ingredients. He swore it was gluten free. The soup was called burned potato. Was it really burned, as it was a dark brown? He said it was not. The ingredients seemed mysterious. Again, he swore it was safe for me. I prayed it was okay. Rosie was no longer with me. I think she stayed on the bus to make a round trip to where we started out from. The rain finally stopped. I was hungry and agitated. I said fine and gave him the money. Some younger teen or adult tried flirting with me. I had no patience for this. I tried ignoring him as much as possible for him to leave me alone. Then I woke up.