I walked into someone’s garage (isn’t it interested how people we don’t know are our friends or family in our dreams, and it’s perfectly normal?!). There was a black SUV in it, and I saw something move on the tire. It was this giant bullfrog working its way to the floor. I looked around and saw there were more scattered here and there. The entire floor was a shallow pool with plants and water life. A starfish was under the car. Small fish peppered the water, and bullfrogs rested underwater beneath big lily pads.
After this, I was in the car with Mom. She was driving fine until she started reading something. The car gradually aimed to the shoulder, and I finally said something when we were aimed right at two garbage cans and a fence supported by a bunch of big sprawling bushes. She snapped to and regained proper control. When we were coming up on the home we were going to, she totally missed the house. She swung wide to the right so she could make a U-ie (how IS that spelled?) and said, “Watch for cops! I’m gonna try this. Watch for cops.” As she spun the car around, I realized we were in the black SUV I’d just seen.
I hated having to be the one to tell her–and the rest of the family–that Mom should not be driving anymore. I just looked at her and felt such a despondence. I knew this day would come, but I was not ready for my mom to grow weak and homebound. She’s always been so strong and active. This would suck.
Then I woke up.
