Cycling and Stuff

I had a weird dream last night.  Terry and I were making love, but not in our own bedroom and it appeared that we were sharing a bedroom, although no one else was there.  Suddenly something happened and we had to stop and leave.  For some reason Terry was driving a bus and I was riding along in my underwear.  For some reason we stopped and got out to look at something, perhaps a traffic accident.  After a bit Terry got in the bus and drove away, leaving me there in my underwear.  I ran home (that's how you know it was a dream).  There were three endings. She apologizes and I accept. She apologizes and I don't accept.  She apologizes and I accept, but she wants to make love again, but I refuse.