Dream

I dreamed that we drove to South Carolina in a station wagon. There were some small boulders in the road and when we drove over them the car broke in half. I said "station-wagon" In dream logic it made sense that the car broke apart just like these words. We got out and put it back together in one snap like a child's toy. When we arrived there were cars up ahead stuck in thick mud. We got out of the car and my husband changed into shorts on someone's porch. I told him he was visible. There were fields of people farming potatoes. A person asked me where we were from. "Northern Rhode Island," I said. "I've been to Rhode Island but never Northern Rhode Island," they said.