Car Journey

I am in a car, a woman is driving - she looks a bit like Suzanne Varley. I have a friend who is sitting in the front. He has short dark hair. Looks a bit like Neil or the Tourettes guy I knew. We are driving down this straight road, down a steep hill. There is a police car heading towards us. We have to pull into the next lane, as we do another car in the third lane decides to pull into the same lane and we narrowly miss colliding.

I’m not sure if this is the same journey now. The weather looks different and the light is different. We are approaching a round about, just before the round about there is a turning off, I can see a bridge further down. We continue onto the roundabout. There is a coach on the roundabout. It looks very small though as if it has shrunk. I think she has done all the talking. I wonder how she can be friends with him when he doesn’t speak to her. She doesn’t seem to mind that no ones speaking though.

Before that I think I was in a coffee shop. I have a nap at some point when I wake up I’m trying to stretch my arms but they go all over the place. I think, this is what it must be like to have dyspraxia.

At some point, I think it was earlier on somewhere, I am in a coffee shop. A tall woman sits opposite me. I think it is Dorothy out of the Golden Girls. She stands up and takes a piece of paper form between a gap in the wall. She is looking at the man standing at the till by the door when she does this. I’m not sure what the paper is.

Another Wedding

Horrible dream. There is a mouse running around my old bedroom at my dads. He has a bloody head and an ear missing. There is a wedding going on. I keep trying to go back into my bedroom but have to come out again.

I am shopping for an outfit not sure who it’s for. I am in a charity shop. I see a pink suit only the bottoms are shorts not trousers. My Nan is there , she doesn’t think they are suitable. I think they might be for my Mum, they are her size. (maybe we are preparing for my brothers wedding?).

My Dad wants me to return something to a shop for him. He tells me to make up a story. I tell him I need the receipt. I don’t know why he’s scared to do it himself. He hands me the receipt and hides behind a column. The man at the counter gives me the money back without any questions. It is some kind of household appliance.

Not sure if this was before or after. We are sitting at a table in a restaurant. Dorothy form the Golden Girls is there. There is a small dance floor. She is having a good time, she dances with someone then they come back to the table. I don’t know why are they are happy, I think they are celebrating something. Someone else at the table says something though that makes them realise they are not as fortunate as they thought.