Dream Journal

We’re flying in a physical plane and I dream:

Rebecca and I are on a motorcycle (this is how I had attributed the loud roar and bumpiness of the plane). She was trying to convince me of the value of this intricate pattern on tissue paper but I thought it was just tissue paper and threw it off the back of our motorcycle. Suddenly I realized it had love notes written on it between her and I! Instantly I regretted the rash move and jumped off to get it. This other motorcyclist picked it up and I tried to chase them (on a motorcycle again) but got on the wrong ramp and then jumped the motorcycle way up in the air. The vertigo and fear of the anticipated crash caused me to awaken.