The Bus With Mouse Ears

I was by a rocky seashore, and went swimming, I think, recollection is blurry, as it happens, but I take away a soda, and 'am thirsty, drinking though a straw, or trying--the crushed ice is clogging the straw...and I find myself elsewhere, still with the soda and trying to drink, on a grand esplanade, where museums and things might be, and I see my favorite old bus making one of its stops in the distance, and I want to catch the bus, go home, and I know it will make it's rounds and come soon back to the esplanade, and I start to run to the stop area there, and I have the soda, and trying to drink and run, all awkward gangly and slow, but I do reach the stop, and wait, and wait, sure I am on time, and of course the dream is teasing, I see the bus and it has mouse ears atop, and I wonder if it will arrive...

That's all I grabbed from last night...thought to take a look at wiki's take on Joyce and Finnegan's Wake...
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The entire book is written in a largely idiosyncratic language, consisting of a mixture of standard English lexical items and neologistic multilingual puns and portmanteau words, which many critics believe attempts to recreate the experience of sleep and dreams.^[3]
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I've seen that bit before, and it's what I was thinking of....

I don't know where the dream theater gets it's material...if dreams are realities, then of course, that's one thing!...but if dreams are reworkings, like a fiction writer's embellishments, then I wonder where the things come from...if from my own experience, books and movies I've seen, day to day things, all manner of stuff, it's a bit daunting for just me to figure out what my dreams are about--I don't think it even possible someone else could!....for another time is the notion that dreams come from a collective conscious, some storehouse of lore everyone is born with....and there are other notions...I don't know what Joyce's was, I cant even 'swim a few strokes' in his wake!...anyway, Joyce had a fine notion to write a book about one day, Ulysses, and attempt a book about one night, Finnegan's Wake....there is after all, just one day and one night....and Joyce wrote words that had dance and sound right from the start, that was his gift, and it bedeviled him a bit I'd say!!