I dreamt it was my birthday- I think my twenty first. There was an older figure that suggested that I drive this big badass luxury jeep type vehicle. I hesitated. I asked my girlfriend about it. She feigned indifference but subtly hinted that she didn’t want me to do it. I chose not to do it. I don’t remember much else. I think I remember feeling much “bigger”- like I’d grown a lot as a person, yet I was still wracked with the same sort of trivial guilt I feel when I’m torn between doing what I want to do what I know i have to do.