Tom (and old boyfriend of mine) riding/driving a bicycle and I was on his shoulders apparently. But then there was a switch, when we got to this particular spot and it seemed like I was on the seat too, where we had to go through two glass doors.
There was a guy walking in front of us wearing a trench coat and a fedora hat. He opened the door for us. But from a position so that he stayed in front of us and also opened the second door. The bike was slowing down so balancing was difficult and getting shaky. After the guy in front of us opened the second door for us. The bike got really wobbly then and we didn’t make it out the door. It started to poor and he “stood” right there at the door, his back to us, looking to the side as if looking for something or someone.
As I looked at the guy out there on the other side of the glass door, he suddenly had no legs and was just hovering there at the same height. At first I mistook the rain for him peeing himself. But it quickly became apparent that the buckets of rain were engulfing his coat and then falling off in a blanket type pattern.
We didn’t want to get soaked so we decided to wait it out. There was a waiting type area inside where we were out of the way of the doors so we/I went over there to the bench that ran the perimeter of this area. I felt this loneliness as I dismounted the bike. I lifted a cat off my back, which was supposed to be Ozzy, but it was just before I woke up and all I saw was the back of him.