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I had a bad dream right before I woke up and it's put me in a funk. There were several of us about to go on a road trip...I know my sister was there but she wasn't playing an important role in the dream. Dylan was there as well as Ingrid, and Dylan and I were still together. We were loading bags into the cars, and Dylan wanted to ride in the backseat of the same car as Ingrid instead of me, and I got really pissed off. I had offered to drive the Cabrio on the trip and it got shot down because "it's a piece of crap and will probably break down." I'm not sure who the drivers of the other two cars were, but the only places available to sit were backseats. Dylan and I got in a fight; I said that if we were going to be on a six hour road trip, he really should sit next to me, but he really wanted to sit with Ingrid and I got terribly jealous. I go inside the house (my mom's house back in Lubbock that I grew up in), and my sister handed me a letter from my mom which contained a check for $2500. I felt really guilty about accepting the money and debated tearing the check up and telling her I can't accept that much money from her, it's too much, but I put it in my pocket to think about later. Dylan got into the car with Ingrid, I go inside and grab a pair of sandals and toss them in the trunk and get ready to get into the car in tears, and this is the point where I woke up.
If this dream's not symbolic, I don't know what is.
If this dream's not symbolic, I don't know what is.