Dream Journal
Rodney and Jen were headed out to the lake, had their four-wheelers loaded on the trailer behind their truck. They stopped at a gas station to fill up and asked me where I was going. I am going to France all by myself.
They asked where my hotel is there, and I told them that I didn’t know. I could picture it in my head, but I had no idea how to get from the airport to the hotel. I couldn’t even remember its name. But I wasn’t concerned about not knowing where I was going to be in France. I told Rodney that I should probably get a map once I get there.
I walked around the small group of buildings and ended up behind the gas station. I was excited about my trip, but wondered if I should really be going alone. I decided to not worry about it and enjoy my month there.