They keep coming.
This morning I dreamed a police car had just crossed an intersection going west, not noticing a car driving the wrong way coming toward him in the center lane of a 3 lane road going north on the south bound side. The car kept going the wrong way, weaving, almost hitting me and a few others on the road. It was an old burgundy Marquis with a black vinyl top from the late 70’s or early 80’s.
I’ve had a few more dreams this past week that were of being in a large room, no lights on and people in the room.
I don’t understand where those are coming from. hmmmmmmm