I had a dream that I was a substitute bus driver. I had two kids left in the bus and I couldn't find their houses. I was driving up and down narrow one-way streets with that huge yellow bus, looking for their houses. I knew I was late and getting later by the minute. I was sure the parents would have called the police, thinking the kids had gone missing. I was becoming more and more frantic. Then I woke up. Sweating.