The bus terminal

I dreamed about a bus. To be more specific, a bus terminal. Interpretation is there is difficulty in fitting in. Hit the nail on its head I suppose. Historically, I have had difficulties fitting in. I can recall those first school bus rides. I never liked new settings. Meeting people always fazed me. The introvert in me always dictated stay inside your shell and do things alone. The shell is still a tough nut to crack 39 years later. And my dreams continue to be a reflection of reality.