Tuesday

Last night I dreamt that I was in the passenger seat of a car with someone I didn't know and we were driving through a massive water drain at nighttime. We were driving quite slowly and suddenly a bunch of people on the sidewalk starting attacking the car, throwing Molotov cocktails and other explosives from every direction. I escaped out of the car, but I had left my phone in the car, so I started running up to random people on the street asking them to call 000. I was completely frantic and crying, but no one took me seriously and they all just stood watching the car burn and laughed at my unknown driver trying to get out. Through the crowd I saw Tom Walsh and I was so relieved to find someone I knew who would listen to me. So I ran up to him and from my vague dream memory I'm pretty sure he heard my distress and gave me the validation that I needed. Not sure what happened to my driver.