I wish I was a dream interpreter. I think that would be a fascinating career. I had a course in Jung when I was a junior and they used to say when you have an ah ha! Moment you have figured out the dream. Sadly I rarely have AH HA! Moments. The whole section of the dream I was walking a grassy path on my way to Scranton, I’ve never been to Scranton and I have no idea why that figured so promptly. The emotion was anxious I had a lot of anxiety about getting there. I came to a place where three roads converged and there was three gas stations with food, from different time periods and a glass buss stop. One was like the little mom and pop stations of the 50’s, a bit of a general store, one was a 70’s throw back and one was the modern sleek station. I choose the wooden mom and pop station to use and met a deaf man sitting outside. He told me to chill wait a day and a bus would come going to Scranton and get me there. But I was in a hurry but couldn’t walk any more. He asked why I would choose to continue to walk when I was tired and have to walk all night and arrive late and tired when I could rest take a bus and arrive refreshed, then I woke up. It does say that I often choose the hard way and punishing way.