Drive Through
I asked, “How do I leave California?” I dreamt that the Mexican neighbor lived where the old man neighbor lives. I was looking over there and saw the house lifting up. When it got to the height needed it slid forward onto a truck. I didn’t see the truck but knew that’s what it was. I dreamt that dad was driving. Mom may have been there also. It looked like we were on a roller coaster ride. When we arrived at a corner turning right there were a few people walking in front of us, one with a dog. I … Continue reading Drive Through