I had this dream today, actually i had a few, but one struck me more vividly.
When i lived in arizona there was a friend i would drive out to visit from time to time, but on the way there you would have to drive through an hour and a half of solid desert. Just sand and cactus, nothing else as far as you could see. the kind of road where you made sure you had enough gas in the tank because it could be hours before someone came along to help you. on this road you come to a spot that is a crossroads, just like it wa pulled from a movie. a 4-way stop and two road intersecting perfectly, all heading out into their respective oblivions. Its was so surreal, like if you were on foot travelling and stood in the center and spun around until you were dizzy you could easy forget which road you drove up on and which direction you were heading.
Anyway, this intersection was in my dream last night, i was driving on it and pulled up to the stop sign realizing it was brian in front of me on the road as well, it was really late at night and that road is not lit at night so i flash my car lights at his car to get his attention. the funny thing is that i had to do so much to get his attention before he realized it was me and pulled his car over to talk to me. the point of the dream i'm not sure, other than the visible great lengths i had to go to to get him to pay attention to me. that part is obvious, but when i awoke and i was thinking about the dream i realized, yes it was brian in my dream i was trying to get the attention of, but he was driving katelyns car. wonder what that means?
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