I'm with a small group of people of mixed ages but mostly mature. I'm in an old neighborhood in a city. We're living in an old house and we are preparing for a storm that people keep referring to. It's going to be a rainstorm but everyone knows it is going to get very heavy but not necessarily dangerous. I visit a neighbor possibly to ask for some something I think I may need to be fully prepared. I walk back to the house looking very closely at all the houses. They are built right next to each other but each one very unique. I discover I've actually walked past the house by mistake even though I've been living in it for years. I haven't gone far and I return.
There's an old man living in the house that I'm concerned about. At one point I asked him if there are medications that we may need to support him during the storm and does he know where they are. There are intermittent conversations about two pets. They may be dogs they may be cats. One of them is very old and Cindy keeps making jokes that it may not survive the storm. I'm warn her that she needs to quit talking like that if the old man hearsr her could be very upset.
We have driven across town to a specific destination. It's sort of a test that we all must take. It is a relatively low but very uneven ring of rocks. Each one of us is walking over the rocks stepping from one to the other. Many of us are struggling but I am feeling very good. Almost too good I am being almost obnoxoously jubilant about my ability to navigate The Rocks. I have on a pair of loafers but they have excellent sticky soles for this process. So not only am I navigating the Rocks I'm skipping and jumping.
I look and see appears to be a young woman with long blonde hair on a white horse. She's writing like she's in the Deep Woods or Open Fields in the country. As I looked down the path away from The Ring of stones I see that there's a very large bird possibly an eagle it's in Tall Grass next to the path. She rides by the eagle very fast and disturbs it somewhat. It doesn't fly up away but just readjust its position as she goes by. I am now conversing with the woman and looking at her very closely. Some of the details of her face and something that she's wearing on her head are slightly unnatural and unsettling. It's like there's imperfections in her face or something. I discussed with her the possibility that at some time I would go riding with her. I talked to another member of our group about renting a horse.
We are now back at the house again preparing for the storm. Considering putting a large tarp out in front of the house so that for some. Of time we can watch the storm before the rain gets too heavy and will likely be driven into the house.
We are now in a car not driving across town but driving downtown. An old car it's essentially filled with people. I noticed that we are driving fairly fast for the conditions. We are again commenting that the storm is close and I looked down the street as I am driving. There's what appears to be a mist it's white and cloudy. I realize it's the rain and it started and we are driving right into it. I'm not scared it is not dangerous but the storm has started.
I wake no particular emotion much of the complexity of the dream I am still aware of without struggling to remember. I still review it several times and surprise that the detail that I remember. I look out the window and some prize to see that there is a deep fog in the woods behind the house. I'm feeling very positive about the day.