It was night time. I was in the car with my mom. We had just left from visiting my grandma who lived in some gated community. The car headlights shone on the guard shack. The guard looked at his watch, made a note, and lifted the gate. As we travelled along, I was lying down in the backseat. I watched buildings and sky pass by my view, from that odd angle of lying in the backseat. I thought maybe it was a childhood memory. Having my mom and grandma in the same place mostly happened only during my childhood.

 I watched the buildings. I saw a set of barge cranes. It made me believe I was in New Orleans, where you can look at a row of buildings and there will be a water canal just a block or two behind them. We passed a very tall set of commercial buildings. I thought to myself, "Wow, I hadn't seen those buildings on this route before."

I thought it was fun travelling around through the city and seeing new things. It's fun, even when someone else drives. As a child, you don't really have much control over where you might be travelling in the car when your mom drives, but you can just enjoy the ride and the discovery of new scenery. But, then I said, "I wish I could drive again. It's so god-damned depressing." This put my dream in the present, or at least not in my childhood. We were driving in the pre-dusk evening.

After some time, I sat up in the middle of the back seat. I could look ahead through the windshield. I saw there was a man in the front passenger seat. He looked to be about my mom's age. I didn't know who he was, but I wasn't concerned or alarmed by that.

At some point, I asked the man about something. He showed me a photo, or something with a photo on it. He passed it back to me to look at. I can remember struggling to see what was on the card sized envelope, at first. I tilted it one way and then another trying to get some light on it.

He spoke, but only half of the words were understandable. I kept asking, "What?" It was like having a conversation with someone who has limited english-speaking skills. I don't know if it is some strange kind of lucid dreaming skills that happen, but I remembering trying to see what was on the card and trying to understand what he saying. But, it was difficult.

The card had a photo on it, depicting the man sitting casually outside, wearing some funky-looking jeans with a deliberate pattern of bleach spots, or something. He explained to me that someone had given the jeans to him as a parting gift from a workplace. So, after some amount of time had passed, he took a photo of himself in the jeans, printed the image onto a card, and planned to mail it to his past co-workers. I don't remember if he actually explained this verbally to me, or if it was just one of those dream explanations, where you just understand something.

The image was weird though -- like it was a micro-thin LCD screen, or hologram image. I thought to myself, "this guy must have a very cool printer, if it can print out holograms for him."

At some point, my mom got nervous driving. It was now afternoon. There were storm clouds visible outside to the side of the car. I think it started raining lightly. She turned on the headlights and windshield wipers for a short time. I remember telling her not to be nervous, and reassuring her. I did a lot of reassuring and calming my mom in real life, when I moved in with her to take care of her.

We arrived somewhere pleasant. It had stopped raining, and the sun was shining. It was daytime. I don't know if it was her house, or the man's house, or even my house.