I dreamt that I had gone with a bunch of close friends to look at an old Victorian home. The eight of us were going to rent the place. It was really pretty. As well looked around, we started finding person items. The more we looked, the more it looked like someone else was moving in. Once that was discovered, we walked outside to go back to the cars.
I tarried a little, looking at the Victorian with longing. By the time I had walked back to the cars, someone had taken my seat in the car I had come in. I looked over to the other car, a green VW bug and saw that the front passenger seat was open. As I walked towards it, the driver, who recognized as Tim (
I ran back to the other car, driven by David and pounded on the back window. They stopped. David (
I started getting upset. "You don't understand. I need to get home. If I can't call someone so I can get a ride, I won't be able to get home." Lori, David and Cynthia all exchanged sympathetic but unhelpful glances. Cynthia gave me a hug. "Good luck. I hope you get home." She got back in the car. Then, she and David closed their doors and the car drove off, leaving me standing there alone.