The dream upset me. First was one with the usual military overtones. Superintendent of a command post, fixing it up, blah, blah, blah. I experience so many dreams of that ilk.
It segued into a road trip dream. I was in one car, a red convertible, top up, with a friend. It was a shiny, impressive car. My wife was with a female friend and a coupe in another car. The friend and I in the red car were talking about where we were going, when we were getting there, when we should leave. We agreed, we were prepared to leave; let’s go.
The other car had been parked beside us. I got out to go speak with them and discovered them gone.
Shock surprise went through me. I returned to the car. “They left,” I told my friend.
“They left?” He was as incredulous as me. “Where’d they go?”
“I don’t know.”
I called my wife. After she said, “Hello,” I asked, “Where are you guys? Where’d you go?”
She laughed. “We went to go have a party.”
“A party?” I swallowed the phrase with amazement. “We’re due to leave. We’re supposed to on the road now, starting our journey. Why did you leave? Why didn’t you say something first?”
That’s where the dream ended.