There’s a mud track like a motorcycle track and there’s I’m following a woman thru the twists and turns. I notice some tracks that go off the side and down the hill, a big oops. As we go along the track, and follow the tracks to see where they end up. It looks like they didn’t get hurt or anything, just a little shaken up. I’m possibly on a motorcycle, not sure.

I can’t recall if this was from last night or a memory from another dream, but I remember being in mom’s garage with motorcycles. There are lights and parts, and it seems to be dusk. I’m working on stuff, hanging out.

I was getting ready to a filming of a live song performance. I had worked out my guitar part to a song that required a capo that I’d forgotten to put on, and meeting the drummer (white woman) and the bass player or horn player (black man in a suit) for the first time. We knew our parts individually but had never rehearsed together, but the song we knew and there shouldn’t be any surprises. I’m getting ready and I’m going over the chords. It’s a cool song and I’m liking doing this. One of the people on the set is waiting for his grandmother to show up and a station wagon pulls up and she’s sitting in the passenger seat, watching. I think she’s been sick so it’s a big deal that she’s here.

Thoughts: I just pulled from my notes on mom’s garage and I don’t know that I have the dream correct, but I have a recollection of something. Strange.