Dream: George was borrowing, or had bought, my motorcycle. I passed him on his way out the back (in the dream, our house was surrounded by a wooden fence and was very close to the neighbors' house, so that there was only a narrow walkway between, which ended at a gate; this is where we passed), and then he rode off on the thing. It was rainy out. I hope he knows what he's doing, I thought. But then if he managed to even start the thing he must have been tinkering with it for a while.