the bus came down the street and turned right into a little alley. used its turnsignals and everything. it was a yellow school bus of the typical variety, with one exception: no windshield. the shiny yellow metal slid smoothly across the front of the bus with no visible opening of any sort.
i snatched at the sleeve of the person next to me. "blind bus! did you see that? it was a blind bus!"
they rolled their eyes - until the next one came down the street a moment later, and made the same right turn. i was thoroughly indignant - busses aren't allowed to go without windshields! i hope they crash!

earlier, we'd been watching the film majors' senior project show, and people began singing in latin. i asked the guy next to me if he spoke latin - he said no, but he thought it was from the bible, and we left in search of someone who spoke latin. we passed a girl whose sandal had fallen apart, and she bemoaned the loss loudly while a friend tried to comfort her.

a bit later, i tried to take a shower, but the cleaning lady was there so i came back to my room. it wasn't till i had unlocked the door that i realized i'd brought only my toothbrush. when i got inside, i couldn't find my towel anywhere.

really, dreams are much stranger when they almost make sense.