Dream Journal Fifty-two.

I dreamt,towards the end of it,that my mother was about to take me and Maria to a festival of some sort. It was daytime. Mother had to get out of the car for some reason, taking Maria with her.

Soon after she was nowhere in sight, the car began to move. I tried to stop it, but I only knew how to drive.

 

The car entered the freeway.I was scared.

 

I drove through the underpass and parked the car on a suburban trail running perpendicularly to the main road,just outside the festival.I tried to tell some young girls to get out of the way while the car was still moving, but they  were  confused and entitled. With immense stress,  I  braked.            dm.A.A.