Entry 85

Written 18 May 2020, 12:24pm, Monday:

Getting into a car, a minivan, hopping at the back. It’s night, or, even though it’s dark, I could see a bunch of guys like shadows in the front rows of the van, except the driver’s side passenger seat. When I hopped in I wanted to sit with the other guys, but had to choose or just go to the available seats in the back or in the front. I think the image repeated, and I had to choose twice, or was presented with the same selection of seats, front or back, twice. The front seats were available, but I think the driver’s seat, too, but in the dream it never even occurred to me to choose the driver’s seat.

Then I’m at some kind of patio with several people, a couple of guys and a couple of women. One woman before the steps up the patio I recognized, and for some reason I was nervous she’d recognize me, too. Now that I’m awake, I don’t remember who she was at all, just that she was fairly tanned. The other woman on the patio, faceless, said she wished she learned and could speak German like everyone there. I don’t know why I didn’t tell her I couldn’t speak German, didn’t occur me to to say anything. . .