Dream Journal
I was in our car with B driving down a road. A few hundred yards ahead of us we watched as the road was washed away because of some flooding. Officials tried to put up barricades and flag us down as fast as possible to keep us from the hole. B eventually stopped within a few short feet of falling into the hole.
We got out of the car and looked down at the hole before us. I noticed that the top of the road was sliding towards the hole: the water was eroding the road’s foundation.
I told B that we needed to back up, but he just stood there looking at the hole. I jumped into the car and put it in reverse to back up when I noticed that the side passenger mirror had been pushed up close to the car. I could not see behind me in the mirror, but I had two other mirrors and so would be fine.
We were then driving down the road later—the other way, perhaps. It was a bright sunny afternoon. We were going very fast and trying to beat the traffic. Holes appeared in the road, causing us to weave in and out of the vehicles as well as dodge holes.
Themes: B