April 18 4:30 a.m. dream record

I dreamed that my friend walked away.

We were in our usual place but with many people I didn’t know. I was overwhelmed. I wanted to tell him I had to get away, but couldn’t speak up. I tapped him gently on the lower back, a pat to communicate. I thought he’d understand. I thought he understands my silence now. He knows how this machine works. But this time, he didn’t. Or, he did, but didn’t care. His only response was to turn away and melt into the group. I couldn’t or didn’t look for him. I think the dream skipped to driving home, or there’s a section I can’t remember.

I drove home. I was alone. Something was wrong. I couldn’t figure out what. I drove a little ways past home, later realizing that the neighbourhood beyond my home was pitch black. There was no power. No lights anywhere. In a parking lot, the truck I don’t actually own except in the dream, it wasn’t responding properly to me and I didn’t understand why. Then I realized I couldn’t see anything… my lights were all off. I was driving around in the dark with no light and didn’t even notice for all that time.