Dream took place in the morning between the hours of 8 and 9 a.m. I was waiting for a bus at a bus stop in a big city like Philadelphia. It was night and the weather was summer-like. My best friend Bill was waiting with me, though he wasn't going with me. My destination was a market place. I believe it was referred to as the egg market. My friend Bill insisted that I take along several cardboard boxes in order to carry my purchases. Several buses had come and turned the corner one block from where I and several others had been waiting. I decided to go down to the next block to catch the bus, seeing that obviously they came to that point with greater frequency than to the point where I was waiting. Bill said or implied that I shouldn't do so. While he was saying this a bus came along, and it was marked Hudson Street, and around the marking Hudson Street there was a kind of green glow as if there was a green light behind this marker. Meanwhile a girl, I believe it was a Puerto Rican woman, though her skin was not dark, it was tannish, had come to the bus stop and had gotten out of a car. It was a white convertible Cadillac. Somehow her intention of going to the egg market had become known to me. There was a large crowd of younger girls clamoring about her as though she were a movie star, but I felt more as though she was a clever and shrewd opportunist, possibly an agent Provocateur. We were on the bus, and as we got underway, I slowly noticed that as the bus turned a corner about 3 blocks from our starting point, that the crowd of girls was chasing the bus, waving and yelling their maudlin goodbyes. The Puerto Rican woman sat in the very back of the bus and I saw these girls out of the back window of the bus. At the point where I saw them clearly, many of them had fall coats on and were open at the front. They were kind of slapping open. In the background I saw what appeared to be Independence Mall, that is Independence Hall with the mall in front of it. At this point it was daylight and there was what appeared to be snow on the ground. The bus in the course of its trip up to this point had taken a somewhat devious route. It had gone over many curb stones and sidewalks, bumping the bus, and yet it was staying predominantly on the road. The girls that were following had been following, continued to follow the bus which was going very slow.  The next scene took place in a restaurant, a restaurant much like the one Gilda and I had had a meal in Key West. It had a lot of stools and it had a counter. There were no tables. At this restaurant I believe I had a meal and got a bill and paid it. This was the same restaurant in which there was a waitress, this was taking place in real life now, who had given me some sidelong stares, rather intense stares two or three times That's all there was to that scene.  The next scene took place in Europe. I was in a shop somewhere in Europe with an American man and the Puerto Rican woman. A woman sales person approached me, asked me something in a foreign language. I believe the language was German. I had been momentarily looking at a chess set and the saleswoman picked the chess set up and started to explain it to me in German or possibly Austrian, how the game was played. I thought to myself how strange this all sounded and also that I knew how to play the game, how to play chess. I chuckled to myself at the thought of how this all sounded. Even though this chess set was shaped like a symbol of a cross, like the Red Cross, it was made out of fine rattan and covered with cellophane. The sales lady in the course of her explanation used the English word "please," and she used it in the sense of an explanation, not as it would be normally used by an English-speaking person. All the while I had been in the back of my mind puzzled over the purposes of the American man who was, it appeared to me, to be a CIA-type of agent of character in regard to his profession. I felt that in some way I was there serving as his protector or in some way looking out for him, and the Puerto Rican woman who was very, very attractive in a Spanish way, was, I believe, a Communist agent who was luring this man into a trap, though it was being done very casually and in an off-handed manner and nobody was getting especially intense about it. Meanwhile, the saleswoman said to me, "Roger," and I looked at her somewhat amazed, though I concealed my amazement. She then said my name again and produced a small, white note pad on which she had written my full name and some words in her native tongue. I then asked her how she knew my name since I hadn't told her, and she said she had gotten it from the bill in the restaurant. I was fully aware that I hadn't signed the bill. I had no idea how she had gotten it. I looked around suspiciously at this point, and felt that the time had come for me to get out with the CIA agent (or possibly some agent for another secret government organization). At this point the saleswoman kind of faded from the scene and I was somehow too late to protect the agent. I seemed to have found myself opening a door that led to the cellar. I felt some sort of a coercion to do this. That is, I felt coerced to do this. As I closed it there appeared a man on the other side who intended to lock me in, and I quickly, gong on to the first step of the cellar stairway, felt in my pocket a folded piece of paper. I stuck it in the door catch in such a way that it prevented the door from locking. I marveled at my own cleverness. However, it didn't fit too well, that is the paper didn't fit because there were several coins wrapped up in it. I believe they were quarters. However, after fooling with it for a moment or two, it finally did the job which I had intended. I proceeded downstairs and entered a room in which there was the American agent, the Puerto Rican woman and two or three henchmen, I guess, and hazily, somehow -- their leader. This group that was in conspiracy apparently was the two or three henchmen and this hazily conceived leader and the Puerto Rican woman. I announced my intention to escape and went over to the CIA type agent and told him about my intentions and why and tried to convince him that he should come with me. I told him how we were being trapped, although I could not convince him. We argued at some length and he just completely resisted believing me, even though someone said to me, "You'll never get across the border." By the border I felt as though there was a border like that between East and West Berlin before the wall. At this point someone had been drinking a cup of hot liquid and I requested a drink of water. A very big guy about my age, dressed as a merchant seaman, handed me a cup of hot water, and I told him no, I wanted cold water. He had gotten the hot water from some hot water boiler-like apparatus. For some reason I made him the butt of a sarcastic humorous remark for having done what appeared to be such a stupid thing. Everybody seemed to laugh with me at him. This guy was exactly like in size the subject I had been running the previous night who had also been drinking a cup of coffee. Some other interplay occurred with the persons present. I believe I was roundly discouraged by them from attempting to get successfully away, but I left and as I was coming up the stairs, and just as I was opening the door, I awoke.  The overall feelings of this dream was that I was engaged in a battle of wits in which nobody ever really fully completely won or lost, at least in the immediate time, the immediate situation. I felt a rather optimistic sense of ultimate victory would be the outcome. The only color in the dream was the merchant seaman who had a dark blue boat on, blue pants, a white shirt, and the color previously mentioned on the bus sign. There was some color in the park at Independence Mall. It now seems that the Puerto Rican woman was more correctly a Cuban.