Dream Journal
B and I were going to a large event one evening. We pulled into the parking lot with our mustang and saw that all the parking spaces were full and there were cars parked all along the dirt road. There just happened to be an empty spot along the road and very near to the building entrance. B, the one driving, pulled into the spot but remained crooked and hung a bit into the road. We went inside a building that was impressive in size. I do not recall the interior or what we did in there. But I had to go back to the car to make sure its parking position wasn’t causing any problems with the traffic.
Walking back towards the parking lot the night had darkened yet there was still a line of vehicles looking for parking spaces, now with their headlights on. I saw that more cars had parked along the dirt road so that the mustang was now causing a serious problem in traffic flow. There was a large full sized truck with its headlights on waiting to get by on the road blocked by our vehicle. I got into the drivers seat in order to move it so as to not get towed.
I drove the car down the road and all lights were now gone; the road and surroundings were black. It was so black that I could not see a thing around me, yet I kept driving. I was driving down a large hill and was scared of driving off the road or hitting something because I could not see. Then I saw about a mile or two in front of me a pair of headlights. I was relieved that I now had someone to follow yet was worried that they would drive out of sight. I sped up to keep them in my sights, but not so fast that I would be even more worried about hitting something or going off the road.
It is now morning, the car is stopped alongside the road, and I am lying in a field of tall grass. A few hundred feet away is parked a large van with the doors open. Next to me lies a man who looks just like B, but I know/feel that he is not my husband. He is naked down to the waist, but I know nothing has happened between us. I feel comforted by the presence of another human even though I do not know this man. He gets up and walks to his van. I follow, curious, and he asks me to hang up a red pair of pants of his that were soaking wet and needed to dry. I turn around and am in my bathroom at home. I go to hang B’s pants on the towel rack to dry, except there is already an exact duplicate pair hanging there.
Themes: B