Dream Journal

Driving Miss 59★★
June 18, 1997

Westwood Elementary and Junior High

I was at Westwood Elementary, all bundled up against the cold. It’s daytime, with snow and ice on the ground. There’s an awkward celebration for this woman with short red hair who just turned 59. I decide to drive her home. I look around but can’t find my car. “I’m sorry. I just realized I haven’t driven here for a long time,” I say. So I get in her car and drive and suddenly get this fear flash that she’ll start proving her youthfulness (which she’s been talking about) by feeling me up. Course, then she does.

No Cars Necessary: In the physical world, I would need a car to get to Westwood, so I expected to have one. But then a wider memory that included my dreams informed me that I haven’t used one to travel here in a long while.

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