Dream Diary 11: Road Trip

I was preparing to drive my two sisters 7 hours to Sydney. I had the usual anxieties about whether or not everything had been packed correctly. My sisters were debating who got to sit in the front passenger seat. I was deciding what podcasts to download, before realising that, as I am still on my Ls, I cannot use my phone while driving. The thought of seven hours with only silence killed me, but the thought that I had to illegally drive my two sisters to Sydney implied something much worse. Writing this now I wonder what climate disaster my subconscious had in mind to motivate this exodus, leaving my parents behind. I remember distinctly that my mother made us pack a portable cooktop and all the ingredients for Korean barbecue, presumably for us to set up at the halfway point for lunch. I was excited for me and my siblings to have our first road trip, but obviously it was much too early in my life for this to happen. After we left I parked the car to go on a toilet break and, after getting lost in the angular, bizarre streets of an unknown town, I couldn't find the car or my sisters. I wandered through the streets, following the echoes of my sister's voice.

After telling my mum this she told me we should never travel all in the same car, like the royals. I would have said Christo and Jean Claude, but I guess the royals make more sense.