2020-01-19 | Dream | Two Trips
I was going on a trip to a vacation place I had been before. I was behind a bunch of family and got separated somehow. I flew for some of the time... just me, through the air, no plane, and at one time I landed on a freeway, but the freeway went under water. The freeway was abandoned and submerged. I arrived at an island that seemed much like where I knew everybody else was going. Nobody had arrived there, though. It was confusing, because the town was similar to what I remembered of the real vacation place, just much smaller. There was a small restaurant on the waterfront. Somebody I knew, perhaps an old boss like Charlie, hung out at the restaurant and wrote, because it was mostly abandoned. He could hang out there all day and drink coffee and eat a bit. He was a regular. Along the waterfront were many shops. Between two shops was an apartment building. I looked in and recognized it as one that Yvette had stayed at. I was not living with her. It was as though we had been separated for awhile before her death. As I noticed this I saw Ernie. He was gathering some of Yvette's things.
Ernie had to travel by himself to gather his mom's things when she died.