I got off a bus in the boonies - muddy farm fields. The 77 was supposed to stop there. Another woman on the bus was reading a newspaper article about my mom (complete with picture). She asked me what my mom was like. I said, "We're too much alike to get along very well. She's tall, funny, and smart. She loves to read and she loves spirituality." (There were two lies in that statement.)
Finally the 77 came.
The soundtrack to the dream was an eighties song but I don't remember it now.