Two nights ago, I dreamed Bob and I were picnicking on the beach with Shaun and Pam and another couple, probably Rick and Christine. It was a beautiful day and it was just the 6 of us. We were relaxed and enjoying each other’s company. Pamela was sitting on the rocks nearest to the water.
A little whale swam up and invited Pam to pet it. She reached out and it opened its mouth. Out came a long, black tongue. We were transfixed watching the interaction between Pamela and this friendly youngster.
All of a sudden, three huge ships charged into the bay and blocked the whale in. We were in shock. The little whale was able to escape. I heard Rick say, “There is a canal – it is getting out.” We were relieved but running as well. It was time to end our picnic and get out of there.
We all got into a car and soon found ourselves in horrific traffic. We were hemmed in by extremely large vehicles moving dangerously fast. It was nerve-racking. No matter what we did, we couldn’t escape. I looked behind us at a van and realized no one was at the wheel. Yet it was coming so fast we had to accelerate. The driver made her way from the back of the van up to the driver’s seat. She had been playing with a baby in a car seat back there. She was unconcerned and laughing at something her friend, who was also playing with the baby, had said.
We pulled into an alley and it was also packed with huge, dangerous vans, SUVs and pickups. Finally, we managed to pull over and get out. Then I woke up.
