I was standing by a cliff, and there was a narrow bridge to cross a ravine without guard rails. I was about to get in a vehicle that would take me across. It looked like Luke’s speeder from Star Wars. Two toddlers were nearby. The girl was strapped into a harness. The boy was not strapped in. Michael and Elisa French were close by. The boy belonged to Michael and Elisa but not one of their four actual sons. He went running out on the bridge and fell. He was holding onto some part beneath. Michael and Elisa started calmly quoting scripture. Michael walked out to him and got him. Later, I was in a building and Elisa had him. I took him in my arms and told him his Aunt Shannon loved him. He said something about how scary it was.
Then, I was at a fabric store we went to when I was a child called Allred’s.
I was in pajamas and kept looking for clothes. Tracy Cooke picked me up in a convertible.