On my walk, I came to a bus-stop/train station. I wondered, upon approaching, if I'd be able to catch the #3 home. I crossed a street, passing a bar/night club on the corner that had four floors, all of which were underground. I had to make some kind of delivery to someone on the bottom floor, but to do that I had to pay the $3 cover to get into the club, which was having a sort of harvest celebration/Halloween party. I got on to a bus at the bus-stop, entering at the rear somehow, just as a train was pulling in and it pulled right in to the bus so that I had to squeeze to one side of the aisle to let it pass. By the time it reached the front of the bus, we'd reached the train stop and I was on the train as the driver explained the schedule for connecting bus routes. We all disembarked the train, which seemed to have swallowed the bus, and had to cross in front of it and go down some stairs to get to the station.
At some point, I was looking for a bathroom and found a cavernous one at some building connected to the hotel in some way. The bathroom was separated into two sections. In the rear one, some people were preparing the lunch that was going to be served that day. They stirred an enormous pile of spaghetti with shovels to mix it with a red sauce and periodically shoveled some into bowls, skimmed off the extra and wrapped the bowl in plastic wrap, ready to be re-heated for lunch. I left and explained to someone entering that, while the front section's stalls were full, there were facilities in the back as long as you ignored the lunch makers.
Resuming my walk "home," I sang songs from the concert to myself. I also sang other songs I know and when I ran off as much as I could remember of The Mary Ellen Carter, I got all choked up at the "... smiling bastards lying to you everywhere you go ..." part.
And then the dog barked and I woke up.