You’re in bed, asleep, having a dream, where you’re in a car with a man. He’s just driving, you’re in the passenger seat, gazing out the window; he’s driving through an empty neighbourhood, the road having quite a few turns here and there, but not enough to the point it’s annoying, as it lightly rains outside, not too heavy, though the clouds fairly dark. His hand is on your thigh, neither of you speaking, you subconscious not allowing you to see his face in your dream.