I am driving on Rt. 23, headed in the direction of where my family used to live. The road starts
to flood. I walk, ride, and maybe even bicycle, I can’t remember that part of the dream. I can
only go so far on the highway because the water gets deeper. I look back down the road in the
other direction. I see that it is blocked with wooden horses to warn cars that the water is too deep
to travel. I feel stuck and a bit frightened.
