It was three in the morning, and you’d not long fallen asleep. Though while you were sleeping, you’d woken up in a dream - you were in some house you’d never been in before - something happened in the dream involving some guy, and some friend of yours, although you didn’t quite remember. Next thing you new in your dream, you found yourself walking out of the house - it was raining, and the bestfriend of the guy in question saw you, asked you what happened, and offered you a ride - next thing you knew, you were in this guy’s car - your subconscious in your dream didn’t allow you to think twice about properly looking at him, so you didn’t get to see his face - and now, in your dream, there you were, in this guy’s car, driving in comfortable silence, with him seeming to care about you, despite him not talking, as he drove down a quiet empty neighbourhood street you didn’t recognize, the road somewhat narrow, quite a few little turns here and there, a small roundabout somewhere, the neighbourhood street being one that you’d never seen before, as it was raining outside, grey clouds looming overhead; stretching for miles, as he eventually gently set his hand on your thigh, while driving with the other, staring ahead.