Dreaming

Last night I spent time with a Scotsman. I distinctly remember his accent. We talked and he took me to this place. It seemed like a entertainment park. We went in and the first thing he saw was what we use to call 10 store rides. You know they had cars, horses and such that you put 10 cents in and they moved? What he saw was a double one. It had a car on one side and a horse on the other. You raced them and they would go foreward and backward like they were racing. So we jumped on and I realized how small they were and didn't think it could carry my weight. It did but it was a struggle. I think that was more of a struggle for me though. So we got off of those and went into the room that you could put this balloon thing on you and it would lift you to the ceiling. The ceiling was glass so you would be able to see out. I stood there saying I can't do that, I'm afraid of heights. He jumped in there and was lifted up to the ceiling. I was watching him thinking that I shouldn't be limiting myself by saying I can't. We went into another room and got separated somehow. I couldn't find him in the room at all and there were other people there. I met a woman who I started talking to. When the thing was over we went outside. I explained to her that I was just visiting and the man I had been there with disappeared and I didn't know what to do. I knew I had about $25 dollars in my purse. We were standing next to a train track and all the people were going home. I asked her where I could buy a ticket and she pointed down. There was a level below us. We tried to sneak back in the park but wound up going somewhere else. I remember getting some strange looks from people because of my accent. Then there was this tall man, salt and pepper hair. Authoritative looking man who spotted me. He walked up and got my attention and explained about the other man having to leave to go back to work but that he was there to pick me up. So I was rather tickled by that, at least I knew what was going on now. So I babbled a bit to him and we were walking back to his car. The car was almost army green, a little lighter and there was some kind of insignia on the side. I couldn't make it out. When we got to the car he got in. By this I mean he stepped into the car without opening the doors. He got behind the wheel on the right hand side and told me that Her Majesty often rode in this car. I got in thinking the color was a bit strange. The inside was nice but there was this thing sort of like an arm rest that ran halfway across my lap. I pushed it out of the way a bit and was getting my seatbelt, trying to get it buckled but that thing was in the way. I finally got belted in. As he was driving off.

I'm not sure if this was part of the dream or not but I remember Tom being in it. It's all kind of jumbled up but I do remember there being some deceit on his part involved and that no matter what I kept trying to help him.