Dream 20040130, 4:30 AM:
Chris and I are on a road trip somewhere. We are driving my red Ford escort. It breaks down; it has something to do with the oil, and it has done this before. Something about it indicates that this will be the final time, and it won’t be able to be fixed again. With very little to-do, I sign the papers that the man at the auto shop hands me, and we just buy a new car. It’s a green Volkswagen Beetle, one of the new style. We pack all our stuff, which is a considerable load, into and onto the car. It looks like we are going camping, with a lot of gear, and there is stuff strapped onto the top of the car. We take off again. When we get to where we’re going, it’s a huge swimming-pool, and we get together with the group we’ve met there, and go out into the water. There are big whales, one of the Balene types like Rights or Grays, out in the water. We watch as they breach and play, and we talk about them. I am absolutely in awe of them. The water is icy, and I mention to Chris that if he wants a thrill, he should stick his feet down further; it’s really really cold, like needles sticking into my toes when I do that. I kind of tuck my legs up. We’re in a shallower area, and the whales kind of pass by where we are, but are mostly out in the deeper water.
Then, we go out to some area in a wood; it’s another whale lake, but this one is more of a natural lake and not a concrete pool. Everyone turns on their car lights and aims them at the water, because it is still very early morning and quite dark. I talk to a young boy, who says something about how we’ll all need to cooperate when we’re out, and share our stuff with each other. I think we’re going to go out in a boat so that we can reach the deeper water where the whales are. I watch Chris turn the car around and put it into a parking space. I am pleased with how the cute little car handles. I start to think about the red Ford, though, and I’m concerned that I shouldn’t have left it with the mechanic. When Chris gets out, I start talking to him about it. I’m pretty sure that I didn’t authorize the mechanic to dispose of the car, and I think that it ought to still be worth some money even though the engine is shot. Chris seems to think everything is fine, but it stresses me out. I try to focus on enjoying the trip, but it’s tough when I keep thinking about the car.