i don’t remember much of last night’s dream.  i was sitting on a bus that was a train.  to my left was a beat up piano and bench.  the windows revealed nothing but green leaves. across the aisle there were no seats and the cement floor was covered in a half inch of water. a man sat down on the floor before i could stop him. he threw his hands up because he was already wet. we laughed together at his misery.  someone pulled a plug and the water drained. the floor was still wet since it didn’t have time to dry out but people sat down anyway.