Dream I want to talk about.
Peter Weller was driving a very crappy, and I mean crappy blue car full of women from different times in my life. My mom and sisters were shoved in the back, as well as my best friend from college. He dropped us off at my mom's house and I had to help this one friend of mine get ready. She was drunk and we were all going to a play. This friend was a girl I used to know in high school. We weren't pals, just hung in the same circles.
I helped her get dressed and we walked back out to the car. Susan decided she didn't want to go (college friend) and sat on the porch steps smoking. We got in the car, I sat in front. The fabric on the roof was drooping and I couldn't shut the door. Peter leaned over and said, "You have to do it a certain way, carefully, or it won't go". I laughed and said "that sounds familiar", and he didn't laugh and gave me a grimace. Then I had to use the 18th century safety strap and he helped with it and noted I must have been practicing. And off we went.
Am I not dealing with something from my past?