Yes, I am in a seat, and on a bus. Not the one in my dream, but a real one, outside of the asylum.“Bad dreams?” the Pillar rests both his hands on a cane next to me. We’re sitting in the front seat of the bus. I crane my head to see the driver. He isn't a rabbit. Instead, it's that mouse-looking dude who must be working for the Pillar. He is wearing an Irish hat this time.The sun is shining feebly outside. I think it’s the next day already.“I dreamt of a school bus,” I rub my eyes, checking out my modern Alice outfit. “Am I still dreaming?”“Hit the brakes, please!” he shouts at the bus driver, who hits the breaks abruptly. Cars screech and people honk their horns behind us, as I almost bang my head on the pole.“Does this feel like a dream to you?” the Pillar says, and signals for the driver to proceed.“You stole a public bus?” I furrow my eyebrows.“Rich people steal poor people’s houses and lives. I can’t borrow a public bus?” he shakes his shoulder, sincerely annoyed by my remark.“How did I get here?”
