Dreamscapades: A Baseball Bus?
Thanks to a bunch of inconsiderate people, again I do not remember my dreams. I thought by closing the door to my room, it would give me some quiet, but that illusion was shattered when I woke up to loud talking and the sound of scratches on the wall. It seemed someone was trying to plug something in, and not doing a very good job of it because it took them a few minutes to do that simple task.
This time there’s nothing of my dream that I remember, except for the barest trace of a baseball field and a bus.
