Lewis Rd. be damned

On Lewis Rd. again. Driving a huge truck - 16-, maybe 18-wheeler. Plowing along (quite near the location on this road as in last dream) when a blonde family of 5 or 6 comes shuffling out onto the road. I begin hollering and throw my left hand out of the window in an attempt to alert them and chase them from the road. The truck as huge as it is, traveling fast as it is, will not stop in time -they must move. The kids are blissfully unaware, the mother sees me and begins hollering in my direction. As I thunder by my left hand goes over the face of one of the children.
The scene jumps forward, I am out of the truck and the family is safe, but the mother finds me and a howling match begins between we two. The mother thinks I am to blame for driving on the road, while I tell her (loudly) no mother should attempt to cross the street with children when a truck is on its way through.

For all of that anxiety, my next dream is my consolation: a quiet, intense sex dream with My Guy.

In the last bit of dream I remember I am lost in France. I struggle to remember my way around the city, but it isn't a city I have actually been to before (no tower standing bright and tall). Dark and industrial - square, looming buildings crowd the streets, I sit on a curb and study the dark sky and the tops of buildings. A parade can be heard from far-off. An old friend joins me, she too is lost. Apparently we both thought we were in Germany.