I think that I had this dream twice last night:
I dreamed that we were going to my high school reunion.
Laura and I went with Andy and Lisa (dear friends of ours, andy was best man in my wedding). We went in a limo that took us. At this point, I was worth zillions of dollars. We had celebrity status.
I was sitting at the place in a football uniform. People were coming in, and many of the guys had on football stuff too. I kept changing my jersey. I put on my UGA shirt with no pads.
Pat Jarvis came in, and we got to talking. Mike Turner came by and said hi. Both of these guys played with me.
Then, Pat wanted to go to his house. Se, he and I left. We drove some kind of borrowed Humvee-type car. Pat drove.
We parked in the back of his house, which was on this huge lake. His house was right down at the shore, even partially in the water. It sloped gently from the road down to the lake. We took the tour of the house. It was not massive but very beautiful. Pat and his wife had lived there 30 years.
His son walked in as we were talking, and i followed him. He went down into the basement and into a room. I didnt go i but instead went back up stairs. His son never said a word.
We needed to get back to the reunion.
I walked out the front door and saw that our vehicle had three flat tires. Then, I realized that our vehicle was in the back so I walked around the side of the house down to it.
I asked Pat the name of the lake, and he said something something Eagle Lake. I think that it was “T”, “J” Eagle Lake.