Dream Journal
I left Steve’s brother’s house so that I could go get Damon. I walked a shortcut through the neighborhood which took me through a condo parking lot. I noticed there were birds nesting in little holes in the side of the condo. I went over and shooed the birds away, placing blank index cards into the holes to keep them from returning.
I picked Damon up in my car, and drove back the way I came. I turned into the condo parking lot and encountered a lot of traffic as I weaved around the building. I had to drive around a car parking in the middle of the driveway.
At the same time another car was also driving around the parked car, and we almost hit each other. The other driver threw her arms up in anger, but she quickly realized that it was neither her mistake nor mine and smiled at me.
It was now night time, and Damon asked why we were driving through the condo parking lot if we weren’t going in. I told him that I wanted to look at something: the index cards were still where I had put them, and that made me happy.
We continued on to Steve’s brother’s house. Once there, we sat in the living room with Steve, his brother, and his brother’s wife and kids. Damon looked around at the art on their walls and out their windows asking questions that I answered. Steve’s brother’s family stared at Damon in silence.
Themes: Steve