I’m with a young man in a convertible. I think it’s a red Fiat Spyder. Were at a bay hanging out new the ocean. There’s a large dome-like island rising up at the shore and there are homes on it. We decide we want to drive up it and found a nice lookout. We drive to an intersection, turn left, and proceed up the road. In the middle of the road is large board with a hinge and two wheels. It appears to have fallen off a work truck. I ask the guy to pull over so I can get it out of the road. Someone drives down the road and drives around it. I reflect on how lazy people are.
I move the object off the road but there isn’t anywhere to really put it. I’m in someone’s driveway noticing their beautiful flowers. An elderly woman comes out and starts talking with me and I tell her what I’m doing and the dilemma of where to put it. Then a younger woman comes out to chat as I notice the front of the building is an aquarium shop. It’s very beautiful and colorful.
I drive off with the guy to a little village and a gas station. An older man asks us where we’re headed and I tell him to a lookup. Somewhere along the journey and remember that I’ve been here before. It’s like constant deja-vu. The man starts to describe the lookup up ahead as Devil’s something or other, and I tell the man that I know where it is, that I’ve been there before. I can’t really drop in the memory, only the visage of the memory.
Pretty, feels good, up-scale, memories, deja-vu.
