Odd circus-like atmosphere to the dream but with a dark apocalyptic Mad Max-ish feel also. I’m part of a small group of travelers. Four of us in an old Ford Falcon convertible. It’s faded to a very pale blue from all the years weathering in the sun. There’s not a bit of “shine” left on the finish. Sand blasted.
We’re on a dusty road. It’s near the end of the day. Dusk. The sun is sinking below the horizon just to our left behind remains of ?burnt trees. Maybe telephone poles? We’re approaching a little town built on the side of the road and into the side of a mountain. It reminds me of an Old West ghost town but with weird sideshow people populating it. The colors in the dream are muted dusty jewel tones. Reds, greens, blues, golds. It’s very pretty but fuzzy. Like soft focus. Dreamy. There are people milling about in the street.
It’s like some kind of biker party except the “rides” are more varied. There are bikes and trikes and cars like the one my party is in. Old, but functional. A woman wants to ?show me something, introduce me to somebody? I don’t want to leave my group but where she wants me to follow is a car parked nearby and within sight of them so i follow her. Another girl is in the backseat of this other car. She looks exhausted and is half asleep. The seats are covered in serapes that are worn but i can tell they were once bright and pretty. The first lady wants me to come with them and the backseat lady is nodding in agreement. I’ve very uncomfortable and want to get back to my friends but feel like if i don’t handle the situation right all hell will break loose.
That’s all i remember now but i’m pretty sure there was more.
That’s all i remember now but i’m pretty sure there was more. 
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