I was cycling up a large hill and then down it. At one point my rear wheel slipped and I fell on my left hip, but wound up face down. I lay there a while observing myself from behind and above until I got up. Kitty had fallen out of an invisible basket on the back of my bike, but I continued on. Saw Phil Gallagher at the bottom of the climb before heading up it the opposite way. Kitty was nowhere to be seen that night.
Something about me travelling on a bus. I think I was female. The driver was an old friend supposedly, large of frame with dark brown skin. When I first got on the bus I realised I had left my laptop behind and had to go back to retrieve it.