At a party, with another young man. He fancies me, and is trying to get close. We leave, and as it’s Night time, I need to get home. We ask a lady with a station wagon for a lift. Later, we’re in a big hall at a final sale. Everyone leaves, nobody buys a thing.
It’s not Tony who is flirting with me, but this dream does follow on from his gallant behavior and the love and desire it briefly rekindled. Tony’s reckless driving always made me nervous, particularly when he’d had a couple of drinks, so I often wished there were other ways home. For all the sexual themes, the dream is about empty endings. I leave the party and have to hitch a lift home; everyone leaves the sale without buying anything.