getting around

Out and about in a city that I do not recognize... there are barely any people walking the streets. I am with an older girlfriend, she is hurried and impatient. We stop in a little deli-like store and my friend decides to desert me. I am upset and the small Asian women working in the store have little sympathy for me, "keep it moving." I walk back outside and my friend is long gone; I am scared to walk these dark, unknown streets by myself, but I continue in the direction where I am staying. Suddenly I am on a city bus and with an old boyfriend. He's hugging and kissing me and two girls on the bus are trying to get his attention. We make our way to the very back and continue hugging and such. We are headed to some sort of family gathering and have to provide a song. I have been singing a song I wrote under my breath throughout all of my walk leading up to this bus ride. I sing it to my boyfriend and he's impressed; he hadn't thought me musical. We make our way off of the bus and are walking along a dark sidewalk. The two girls from the bus have followed us and are now behind us giggling. I'm annoyed.
I am suddenly overhead, watching my truck-driver brother walk along this same sidewalk from the opposite direction. He is toting suitcases too. He looks over his shoulder and realizes I am there. He begins to tell me about the brightest spots from the view of his airplane ride: glittery mountain tops and parades of brightly-dressed people in faraway lands, and the runway in Behran he says was lighted like a field of diamonds.