The two main sections of last night’s dream involve driving.

1.) I was driving downtown, trying to get back to the Center because I knew that I was late for summer camp. I thought that I was teaching, although later on I realized that I wouldn’t be. At one point, I had to ask Barb and Dave for directions out of downtown. When I got to the Center, I apologized to Dan and Phillip for missing the first day of class. They said it went fine, but neither one of them could remember what they did.

2.) I was driving through western Kansas and pulled off the road to take a picture of a sign that said “Francine, 8 miles.” When I did, the sign had changed into something else (I no longer remember what). I wandered off the road into a lush rain forest type setting (now there’s a jump) and ended up on a swinging bridge over a river. The next part was a very Indiana Jones moment. The wind was whipping the bridge around, as well as up and down. I was having problems walking on it, not mention staying on it. Someone was at the other end of the bridge, telling me how to survive. I ended up just sitting down, clinging to the thin metal wires, until the gusts passed.