Dream Journal
I was in a small blue gray car with Dad and Melissa; someone else was driving. We were on our way to bring me to college. At the top of our driveway, we saw B’s family lounging in my grandparent’s lawn. We stopped and I got out to invite them along. His dad and two sisters agreed to come along.
Getting everyone in the car was quite a hassle: we had 7 people in a car that only has 5 seats. We decide that someone could fit behind the back seat; Melissa was volunteered, and we dropped her back there.
Jayme sat in the front passenger’s seat. In the back seat, left to right, was my father, me, Sarah, and Dick. Every time I sat back, Dad would poke or pinch me on the hip in such a way that it tickled and hurt at the same time. This made me scoot my hips away from him and the back of the seat while my shoulders stayed put.
I snapped at him to stop it, but he wouldn’t. Every time I scooted forward, I made the already scrunched back seat more uncomfortable for everyone. I became livid at him and no longer wanted to sit next to him. I did not feel safe.