Am I dreaming or am I awake

 Journal entry my dream:

 

It was a cool evening, and the glow from the movie theater spilled into the narrow streets as I stepped out, still absorbed in the film's narrative. The street was exceptionally small, and as I approached my car, I realized I had no room to turn around. The outdoor dining area extended to the edge of the street, and a couple enjoyed their meal at a table right in my exit path. Behind them, a fence kept rotating, blocking any possibility of an easy departure.

I couldn't help but share my enthusiasm for the movie with the couple. "You should really see it," I told them, "each of you will like it for a different reason." They didn't seem to respond, so I got in my car to leave.

Somehow I had left and was on the freeway, the world opened up with lanes and overpasses sprawling in every direction. Exits loomed on both sides, offering endless possibilities. To my left, the sign for the 91 freeway caught my attention, and a thought crossed my mind: the 91 is about embracing newness, where you can do anything. 

 

 

Despite the vastness of the freeway, I found myself searching for a specific exit. The lanes stretched out, each promising a different destination. It wasn't until I reached a gas station that I decided to pause and refuel. Inside, the shelves were lined with books, and one particular cover drew me in—a picture of Catalina Island, pictured as a volcano surrounded by water with white houses dotting its landscape.

I couldn't resist buying the book, and as I confirmed the price was $8.95, an odd realization struck me. The price, 8.95, was a curious coincidence. In numerology, it symbolized questioning one's beliefs, a fitting notion for this spontaneous journey.

Turning to the woman at the register, I casually mentioned, "We'll take down your Christmas lights," and to my surprise, she agreed with a simple nod. She had long, dark blonde hair, and her age suggested a wealth of experiences.

Walking back to my car, I couldn't help but notice a pink wild west saloon with brown shutters nearby. It stood out as an eccentric touch in the modern surroundings, leaving me to ponder if I was dreaming or awake. 

 

This story originated in the realm of my dreams

Deedee Jebrail