I was in a car with my best friend, driving somewhere, chatting about something. I was younger, my friend was really two people, my college friend and my daughter, yes both, the perfect person.
There was a bridge coming up, and this is a bridge situation that is in a lot of my dreams, you can go around the longer way and avoid it, but it’s too easy to be forced onto it while driving South, but North makes it easier to avoid, I think.
I was telling her where to go (we were going to a concert, nothing particular) and suddenly we were in an house or apartment.
My husband was there much younger, much taller than normal and very fit. I rarely dream about him. My dreams are often me alone, not usually with a friend or lover, never a lover, by the way. My dreams are free of sex. (Yay!)
It was all so vivid and real.
Some unknown person was also there, they were in the kitchen, cooking and cleaning up at the same time. That was it.
Then my cat forced me to wake up.
When I saw the roads we were on while dreaming it was a massive deja vu kind of feeling about that bridge junk.
I don’t think there is anywhere I’ve gone IRL like that area.
In my dream I have no idea where we are in the first place.
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