I dreamed the city ran on belief, not tracks

I was standing at a bus stop that didn’t exist on any map. The sign said 'Next Bus: Now' in handwriting that kept changing. People walked past like they’d been waiting for years, but no one looked up. I realized then—no one believed the buses would come. Not really. And so they didn’t. Just silence, and the hum of something trying to remember how to move. I woke up with my throat tight, like I’d been holding my breath since before I knew what I was waiting for.