Dream Journal
I was driving my little Dodge Neon and got stuck on an iced-over river. The banks of the river were too tall and too slick to drive up. I got out of the car, walked up the banks and into a house facing the river. It was just getting dark outside.
Inside the house, B was hanging sheetrock in the upstairs bathroom. A piece of wood was attached to the wall vertically splitting the wall in two, much like a door jam. He slipped a piece of sheetrock behind the wood strip for the right side of the wall. I left for a bit; when I came back B had hung lamps, framed pictures, and other doo-dads on the left side of the wall.
I was very worried and told him it was all wrong: he was supposed to hang the sheetrock first. We cannot put the pictures up before the sheetrock.
I felt like everything was spinning out of control. I left in a huff and crying. I stumbled down the steep river bank to my car. I stood staring at the car, determined to drive it out of there.
Themes: B