Silence

[ehowton]

Dreamed I was somewhere in a fairly busy city, Dallas or Night City one. Dorian showed up suddenly and unexpectedly, and while it was a little unsettling, she was behaving as if she was supposed to be there so I didn't say anything, but tbh I wasn’t sure what was going on.

Anyway, then we drove home - only she was driving - yes, the Cadillac. We were on the highway and there were occasionally concrete barriers on the shoulder or semi trucks in the right hand and lane and each and every time she refused to correct and kept *just* lightly scratching the entire length of my car along these surfaces with either noticing, or caring.

I just sat there biting my tongue, cringing at every long, destructive scrape down the passenger side of the car, knowing it was being destroyed.

Comments

[ubet_cha]

That's a hell of a nightmare. I have only lived through something like that once and it was the driver's car in Milwaukee, not something that was dear to me. The problem with brains is they can sew together frightful images even when we sleep.