Emnition

Woman behind the wheel
It's daytime and I'm sitting in a car. There's a girl who is driving the car. She is still taking driving lessons. The male teacher is somehow sitting in the back and I'm sitting in the passenger's seat. I look at the mirrors and I feel like they aren't well adjusted, which would explain this girl's mediocre driving.

At one point she has to stop for a red light, but stops too late and crosses the line. She puts the car in reverse to go behind the line again. While she is still driving backwards the light already turns green and she goes forward again. At another moment we pass a zebra crossing and she lets a pedestrian go first.

Somewhere later I'm alone with her teacher, who tells me he is satisfied with her driving. I'm surprised by the fact that he's satisfied.

Fragments
» I walk into what seems my elementary school building. In front of me I see my old co-worker. I doubt for a moment if it's him, cause he looks skinnier. It turns out to be him. We make some work related small talk. A second co-worker joins in.

» Something about an argument between my mom and my little brother.

» I think there was something about a tram.

Little boy
I'm walking on some streets with a guy. It's already semi-dark. We talk about some stuff and he also asks me a question related to the police. Across the street are 3 boys, 12 years old at the most, standing in front of the small entrance of a shop. One of them is pressed against the wall and receives a punch to the head from another one. The 3rd one just stands there doing nothing. I go up to them to intervene. I'm in doubt about smacking this kid, cause he's still a kid. I don't remember if I ended up punching him, but both boys ran away. The kid that got punched is now even younger. He's really small. I think he's crying and I ask him if he's ok and where he lives. He points to the door next to the shop entrance. I knock or ring and his mom comes out. I explain the whole story. I'm in a low squatting position so I can give this kid a hug to comfort him. He walks inside. Hey my coat! Ow wait, I'm still wearing it myself. I'm still standing at the front door, which directly leads into the living room. The decoration is more what you'd expect from an elderly woman. There are also two cats. The woman is grateful and offers me her house for just €5. There won't be anyone here for a while, so I can housesit, provided I behave. I consider it. It's a bit closer to the city centre than my own house, but not by much. I tell her I would still have to get rid of my contract. I tell her that I know where to find her and I'll let her know.

This was a memorable dream because there was quite some detail in my conversation with the little boy, who was really sad. I waited too long with writing it down and lost details though