It's a dream:
We're in the car together, and he's driving. We're heading to one of the studios where he used to work, the first one. We've not been there in a long time, and we're both excited. He's going to finish a piece he started, and it's going to be really beautiful.
He's driving. I don't like it, but I'm trying to ignore that I don't like it because things are so pleasant. I think that I should just let him drive. The sun is setting. I look out the window and try to enjoy it.
The studio is over a hill. I notice some traffic cones and flashing lights. " I think we're not supposed to go this way," I tell him. I'm trying to relax. He keeps going. There are workers waving their flags at us. People are shouting, "Don't go that way!" I am getting more and more upset, but I'm also trying to watch the sunset and trying to relax. I'm trying to let him drive. I'm trying not to take the wheel.
Suddenly, we're falling. He's driven into a huge pit. We're falling, and it's taking a long time. I'm hoping that we won't die. I don't know how anyone will ever rescue us. I look over at him, and I want to touch him. I notice that he's nodding.