Sarah’s Dreamlog #1
Can anyone make sense of this?
I attend a pool party on a windy afternoon at a friends house. I walk inside the house and walk in on my ex-boyfriends parents making out in the respective pool-party thrower’s kitchen. The shock of the scene (I believe) displaces me in the drivers’ seat of an old Ford buckie (I remember it being baby blue) where I am speeding down a road, in Pretoria of all places. The vehicle is missing the gearbox, but I somehow manage to magically change gears with my mind. I have to stop at my aunt’s house to hang her washing and then rush off to an appointment I am late for. The appointment turns out to be a game show that I am taking part in where members of the audience get to ask you obscure mathematical questions. Then I wake up. It was short, but über puzzling.
Any volunteers on its analysis?
