Dream Journal
I was standing in a large field in the pouring down rain late at night. There were three cars on the other side of the field: a woman drove the lead car, and two men drove the training cars behind her. Someone to my left said that this was the men’s first time driving, but I told them that they men had already taken their tests: this was their celebration.
The lead car moved forward and the two training cars, side by side, followed. They swerved left and right for a little bit, and then showed off for the little crowd that had gathered. They did some large laps around the field, going in between some of the spectators.
I was sitting hear the edge of a giant umbrella, and then was holding a large umbrella of my own. Depending on the direction I tilted my own umbrella, I could make some very pretty patterns with the rain. As the cars went under the large umbrella, one of the drivers, Robert, looked right at me and I was happy.
They came around again and the drivers were walking, holding their own umbrellas. Robert walked right passed me and touched my cheek tenderly, making me smile. I wanted him to stay by me but he moved on.
Then the announcer called a Russian name and my own; it was our turn. I made eye contact with the Russian girl, and she nodded once then jumped up. I started lacing my shoes and told myself that we could do this.
Themes: Robert