I had a very strange dream last night. I don't remember all the details, but the jist of it remains with me. I was in a huge bus station, waiting for a bus that just wouldn't show up. I was approached by all kinds of people, some I knew, some I didn't, who were all trying to give me tips on jobs, like giving me business cards or the names of places, companies, I should check out. In the midst of it all, I noticed there was a room at the station that was crowded with dirty, scrawny homeless children. One of them invited me to sit in. I was very afraid because these kids looked really tough and maybe treturous, but I sensed that my worries were less important than their need for me at that moment. I sat down on an empty patch of floor amongst the children, and the boy who invited me started telling me stories about all his fellows. He and his brother were on a mission to kill someone, I think in revenge for something this person had done to their sister. I noticed a very young boy next to me, who was absolutely filthy, almost covered in tar. He was coughing terribly and he looked like he was in a lot of pain. My 'tour guide' told me the young boy was dying, and they were trying to find a doctor to help him, but it was hard because people always pretended they didn't see the scruffy boys when they were begging in the streets. I was worried that I might catch what ever he had, but I let the little sick boy put his head on my lap and I ran my fingers through his hair while the other boy told me more stories. I told them that I was going to catch a bus soon, and that when I did I would help them find someone who could help the sick boy. When I said this, they magically made my bus appear right outside the door to their room, and I hopped on. The bus driver was terrible. He kept braking too fast and and speeding, making really hard turns that sent everyone on the bus reeling, even the ones sitting down. To make matters worse, there was an older, sophisticated lady at the back of the bus who kept watching me. The bus driver was calling out the stops after we'd already passed them, and finally the lady called me over and told me not to worry, that she'd tell me when my stop was coming up, which was strange because I hadn't really decided where I was going yet. Anyway, she kept her promise and told me "go quickly!" I felt that I may as well be grateful for the direction and take her advice (at least so I could get off that crazy bus). When the bus stopped, she shoved me out the door, and just as I was about to hit the pavement, I woke up.