Bump

I was driving my car on the highway. I was in a group of four. One was a lesbian and her lover. She had short hair and she was chubby. She drove in this cart that was being pulled by the car, and it was small. She was sitting straddled over her lover, and she was smiling. We'd just come from someone's apartment. 

It was sdark at the time, but the scene switches a little and i'm in a nice, bigger car, on a highway in the cay,on a bridge that has those high risers on its side. I'm not paying attention, I glance up the sky to admire it, and I'm looking up at the high risers. My eyes flash down to the ground and I see I'm going too fast, just slightly, and that the car infront of me has stopped. I hit my breaks but I'm not fast enough, and I bump them slightly. I feel so bad. There's a little bruise on its bumper. 

I wait for them to pull over so we can talk insurance, and it seems like this is what they're going to do. But then they pass me up. Now we're driving down a road that is mostly Church street. They pull into a building instead. It's one story, with open windows, and an overhang. I don't know what it's for, at first. I think maybe someone's recital. A little blonde girl's recital, with frizzy hair, maybe eight or nine. 

But I get closer and it's not, there is a man sobbing hard, he's bald and his face is pink with the effort of it. He sits in a pew with other's, they face the east, I cannot see the entirety of the room. 

I'm in a dress now, and i know they came here rather than stop for me because they knew they'd missed the funeral if they stopped to jaw with me over insurance. I'm with someone else, and I think we're crashing the funeral. We're looking at the buffet table, and I'm battling with myself as to whether or not I should approach them after and tell them I was the one who hit them. I don't want to take the money loss, but i know it's the right thing to do.

The dream shifts, and I'm in a big, big house. I don't think I'm present there, not as Daphne. The windows are grand, and the roof is high, and I think I'm in a woods near the sea. There is a deep canal, empty, so more a furrow, around the front of the house. I think the house is a pale yellow or orange. There is a man, and he has a thick bear and tired eyes. He looks homeless. He's with a brother and a sister, skinny, well dressed in a suit and a black dress. They stand silently in the entrance room, as he laments a giant window that's been broken. He says, "I remember when it was no small thing, to fix a window. How much it must have hurt, to replace it."

He says this, because he thinks it must have hurt him to pay for something that cost so much, but he just doesn't remember what it's like to be rich. The house is empty and abandoned, save for them.