Last night I had another one of those dreams where I peered into someone else's life.Usually it's from the past. It might be some kind of ancestor memory.The first time it happened, I dreamt I was a young guy working in a machine garage in the 1920s or 30s. I was drinking a beer with some guys who I knew were my friends, and some cute girls were with us too. I walked to a car to get something and thought "I wish this dream wouldn't end" before it did. It wasn't until later I remembered my great grandfather owned an auto repair garage.This time, last night, I had another one, but this one was scary. This time I was in a horse drawn carriage like picrel, with covering and a front window. Obviously I've never been in one before. I was with someone but the presence was vague. The only detail I remember was that I was in a snowy forest, with a white overcast sky, and in front of me was clearing with a great fog and snowstorm and the path was totally obscured like walking into a white nothing. There was a feeling that we may get lost or die.
