I am in the seat of a horse-drawn carriage and approach another one. “On your left,” I yell, but my horse decides to go right. A collision almost happens but my horse gets free from his tackle and gallops down the road. At a bridge, a car has to swerve to avoid the horse.The car crashes into the creek running under the bridge.
DH drives me to a cafeteria. We pass a large mall-like building that has umbrellas placed around it. It appears to be a promotional, interactive game. In the huge parking lot, DH drives fast, crushing cans and litter along the way. He swerves just before driving into traffic.
In the cafe I see RB and MC and do not talk to RB. The cafe is crowded. I notice a new issue of Cracked on the magazine rack. A blonde man stocks candy at the end of an isle. “What, no more antacids?” I find MC in the crowd and we chat. He really liked the email that I sent him.