I keep dreaming of a bus stop that was removed in 2019

Same one every time. Concrete pad still there, but the pole's gone, and I'm just sitting on the curb with my bag, fully aware no route will ever pull in. And in the dream that's not sad, it's just -- I showed up. That's the whole thing. The refusal to leave is the point. Maybe that's what belief is, just staying at a place that no longer exists because somewhere in you it still does.