Dream State

 Because I can't sleep well, my dreams are vivid, well, sort of. In living life, you don't always recognize what may turn our to be important or not, or to remember why something happened or even if it did. So it goes--in dreams.

      I was driving my car, which seemed to be the white one from Grandma's estate. I was following a car driven by Ruth, enroute to her home, or destination anyway, which seemed to be in Rochester or some city I've been to, but never driven to by myself. Ruth was driving fast, through heavy traffic, and pretty much staying in the middle lane. Grandma's car never did have much pickup, and I lost sight of Ruth's car, also white, when Route 54  veered to the right. I made the turn, but afterward doubted myself, and drove in the other direction, before I figured that was not correct, so I went back to the intersection.  I got out of my car and entered a very large and very busy commercial building, with stores, offices, banks etc. There were people milling all  around, carrying on their daily business. I didn't recognize anyone, didn't see Ruth. I started to follow a small group of people out a side entrance, which sloped upward, but then I realized they were employees sneaking  outside on break. So I went back inside, looked around a little more, and then left by way of the wide front entrance. Standing outside on the corner, I considered my options, first of which I needed to find a phone, to call someone, anyone.

    While I was pondering my dilemma, Ruth pulled up alongside the curb. She said she was glad to see I was outside, and apparently waiting for her. I got into her car, and we drove off. but now there were 3 other women in the car; all of them were well-dressed and coiffed, with attractive makeup, and engaged in amicable conversation with each other.  While I explained how I had come to lose sight of the car I was following, they all listened to me in silence, but then turned and started talking to each other again.  Nothing new there, I thought.

Later M. came to pick me up and drive me home. On the way, we noticed a rectangular building glowing in a new coat of gray paint.  Dad did that, M. said, and  also had started on another building not far away. Each building had a 3/4 bright blue  panel next to it. That we both recognized as significant, but I couldn't tell you why.