It wasn’t a huge surprise that I had this dream. I was on a bus, in an unknown city, which I believed to be Dublin, and I had no idea where I was going, only that I had to take this bus. The bus stopped, and the driver announced that we were at Perspolis station. Everyone got off, but then, it appeared that it wasn’t everyone….the bus was going to continue on, but I wanted to get off. I struggled to gather my belongings. No matter how much I tried there was just too much of them and I could not collect it all.

Then I was in a relationship with a boy I used to Tutor in Toronto. I lived downstairs from the family and I had to hide my relationship from the mother.

What this all means is far too clear.