I dreamed of being at the beach with Jordan. It was beautiful.
We were going to a microbrew on the top of a building on the beach. Jordan was driving us in an automated, tow-seater car – like a wheelchair or go cart or something. We rode up a series of planks and got to the top.
Jordan drove around like she had been here before. You could see the tracks that others drove.
She drove right to the edge, and I could see down. We might as well had been in a plane, we were so high.
It was beautiful. I could see the people on the beach. The water was so blue.
It was scary too. But, we were fine.
I thought the brewery was O’Dell’s.