Dream Journal
I was walking down an overgrown path that had, at one point, been used as a road. A new small red sports car drove by and honked; I waved at the driver.
I walked down Airport road and made a stop at the store. The small sports car idled at the main door and a man and woman got out of it. I knew her somewhat from high school, and recognized him as Adam.
I was impressed that he could afford such a car, but knew that it would not last long. I also knew that his relationship with the woman would not last long, even though they would be married soon.