Dream Journal

So I decided to hang out with the strange guy downstairs. He was in his early 20s and he hung out with this younger girl, inappropriately, as he was always making comments whenever he accidentally came into physical contact with her like “Ooh, our fingers just touched”. So we ended up driving around in my car and talking about whatever came to mind. I drove the car into a parking lot. At the end of the parking lot, there was a path leading along the beach, but it was blocked by those metal posts to prevent vehicles from going through. Without even considering what was happening, I slowed down and then slowly proceeded forward onto the path. My car had transformed into a four-wheeled kid’s tricycle to fit through. It had a molded plastic bucket seat and four wheels. I was still in it, and the two people in the back seat were now walking on either side of me. It rolled to a stop and a few people gathered around. Perhaps made shy by the attention, I said “and it also becomes a Nubicus”, and I flipped it up over my body like an incomplete shell. Curious, people peered inside, and with humor, I swatted at them like a cat.