I dreamt I was riding on a bus in the city. B was next to me on my left. I was in the aisle seat. He was just a bit leaner than he is in life, in the khaki uniform of a soldier in World War II, with a garrison cap, stubbled. He said, looking straight ahead, "I have to get off here to get the bus out to the airport." He got up without saying anything more and went to the middle door, pressed the button and got off. As the bus pulled ahead, I looked over. He was walking straight ahead, never looked back at me.
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