Dream Journal

I spent a long while with Taylor Swift’s boyfriend. They were both about 16 years old. We were in the outskirts of a city with old stone buildings. It made me think of Boston. I was his guide, essentially. I was taking him around, showing him things. Then Taylor Swift showed up. I was thinking her name was Lindsey Lohan in the dream, but I knew her as the hugely popular musician. So I took them around some places. The one I remember most felt kinda like an empty dorm.

At one point I decided I didn’t want to hang out anymore and left. I left on a little black go-cart. I drove down the streets, weaving around cars. But at one intersection, I couldn’t help but run straight into these cars turning in front of me. However, they didn’t impede my progress at all. I couldn’t believe I’d survived the accident without a scratch on me, without slowing down at all as I passed straight through the cars. It was so unlikely, my mind kept coming back to it later in the dream.