I was in what seemed to be a class, and although I seemed to be a kid along with some others, some of the people were adults, and it could have been a seminar. It was the last day before summer or a break, and I had a date that I was looking forward to with —- N., the son of one of my dad’s distant relatives. He was also in the class. At one point, I had to walk around the room and intended to give him a quick hello and to confirm plans, but I didn’t see him. I ended up having an odd conversation with an older coworker and some others, none of whom knew about the relationship — or him. There was another young man there I made a promise to but didn’t know why since it would have conflicted.

Then I was walking through a long, green garden in the middle of nowhere with an older woman, whose vegetables were doing well but one particular kind had a blight. She didn’t know what kind the vegetable was. I picked one up and looked and told her. It was supposed to be summer but all I saw were the colours of autumn. I thought that my mind was playing tricks upon me. She offered to take home. By then I was getting panicky, because I had not seen —- and realised I did not have his phone number and suspected I did not know his name or even have a clear idea of what he looked like. I also could not remember my arrangements with the young man in my class. I knew I had to get to one of them. I was afraid of being in a car accident and ruining both situations, but when I saw her pickup truck, I felt reassured.

Then we headed off and drove along a lake, only the road was narrow and right up against the lake, and water was flowing across it. It reminded me of the dream in which I’m on a very narrow road that goes through a body of water, and the vehicle is in constant danger of ending up forever in the brink. It’s a weird but interesting feeling and makes me homesick, as though I once experienced this.