I was napping during the day in our North Carolina house. I woke up and found some french fries on the floor. Some of my plants weren't doing well so I fertilized them with the fries and immediately thought it might have been a bad idea because of the salt.
It was Sunday and my parents had a bunch of people over, most of the men had beards. I thought maybe they were people they brought back from church. I left on a bus and was suddely on vacation in a big city near the Tennessee/Kentucky boarder.
A woman cop had me help her put up pylons, orange sawhorses and flashing lights to block off part of a street. I didn't know what part of the street I was supposed to block off so I put them where I thought they should be. A huge man in an overcoat walked right over the sawhorse I'd placed. I left to find the bus stop carrying a huge bundle of scrap metal ribbon I thought was valuable.
I couldn't find the bus stop and wandered into a hospital. I explained to a group of people that politically independent people were really people who didn't care or pay attention to things and sometimes they ended up voting for a Democrat and sometimes a Republican. I talked about abortion too. There was a girl in the group I was attracted to. I wrote a long word on her arm in magic marker and put in a bunch of extra O's while her date was holding her from behind.
I asked for directions but still couldn't find the bus stop. In the dream, there was a river separating Tennessee and Kentucky and I wandered on the river bluff by a high canoe rack with wasp nest-like mud huts where the canoes would usually go. A Native American man chanted inside each hut.
Then I remembered I had a car so stopped looking for the bus stop. I drove the wrong way down a one-way street.
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