Date: 9/25/2019
By sarahlane
I was on a road trip with a male in a big black SUV. The person changed throughout, from being my dad to unrecognized guys but it always felt totally platonic. After what felt like no driving at all from the west coast, we were in either Kentucky, Arkansas or rural south Virginia. It changed throughout. The most vivid parts were: riding bikes on a dirt path along beautiful rolling hills following all these cult type people in big Native American type masks but the color scheme was all pastels. I asked to take a photo of two younger kids-boy and girl-in their masks. Then we came upon a log cabin with one room-it was suuuuper small like a playhouse that adults can stand up in but had a counter and sink against one walk beneath the only window. We crammed in with other people as a huge black storm cloud approached. The rain poured and the roof wasn’t totally sealed so the ceiling leaked above us. The next part I remember is being in a hotel room, but I was watching from above(weird?). An elderly couple was packing up and they had two pastel yellow carry-on size roller suitcases, a smaller one sitting on top of the larger one. It caught my eye that their hotel room had an old wooden upright piano. That’s it that I can remember. It doesn’t seem to have any meaning or connection to anything I’ve seen or read recently so it feels totally random.