I am carrying a bag with dog poop in it. I give it to a friend who seems happy cause she had lost it.
There is a small party happening. People are drinking. I don’t want to be there. People are taking shots in test tubes.
I am at a bus stop. Its bright and overexposed. Lots of white. There is a huge wall on the other end of the road. It measures up 20 floors of a building easily. I have never been here before. Both end of the road disappear into stark white and then nothing. The other side of the road has a tunnel without any lights. There is an army of steam rollers on the other side. They are marching alongside each other and all are moving into the tunnel and cannot be seen after a point.
There are two white guys sitting near me. I don’t know them. I haven’t seen them before. They are friendly. Not over friendly but friendly enough to make you feel comfortable. We never talk or interact but there is a mutual feeling that we are looking out for each other.
I am on the other end of the road. Under one of the rollers. I dodge and move forward. But I keep getting pulled back cause for some reason this road is an escalator. The road rollers block out light entirely and soon it will be completely dark. I see a man with a torch running towards me in some distance. He calls out to me.
I am back on the bus stop end of the road. I am doing something on my laptop. It burns out because of the heat.
I am in the house wondering how I’ll get the money to replace the laptop. I don’t have a lot of money left.
I am in a bus.
We are travelling through a desert alien planet. The two white guys are sitting opposite me. The bus is old and is filled with people. I can see the bus stop near the horizon.
The bus conductor comes upto me and asks me for an id. I wonder why he asks for an ID when he should ask for a ticket. Maybe it really is some other planet. I’m not sure. I look into my bag. My laptop is burnt out. I don’t have my wallet. I see an image, like a memory, of my wallet lying in some puddle in a marsh. I have no idea what that memory is or what that place is. One of the guy sitting opposite me looks at me and speaks in my head. Its not in words but I still know what he means. I ignore the bus conductor and sit quietly.
He gets distracted and goes to the back of the bus for something.
I look out and feel happy about not having an ID on me.