Go cats!

Stac and I are driving in my car in the rain. We’re are cruising down an empty highway and I am watching the rain change intensity as I drive. I crack my window and a few streams of water roll in and along the ceiling above me. I worry about it dripping onto my seat. Stacy reaches up to wipe the beads of water away and I stop her. I think that touching the roof will cause more water to leak in as if the top of the car was like the canvas tents I slept under in the Smoky Mountains with the Boy Scouts. (The oil of your skin would break the seal of the waterproofing in the canvas causing a steady drip of water to leak through wherever you touched. Usually right above my head as I was lying down and trying to fall asleep. I could never resist reached up with my fingertip just to see if it would happen again this time.) We drive past the entrance to a Galleria; I ask Stacy where we should go in. We drive on to a stadium that is connected to the Galleria. I recognize this complex from another dream. We run through the underground parking and passageways to a stairway leading to the stadium seats and floor. The University of Louisville cheerleaders are lined up at the bottom of the stairs. I say to Stacy that we just made it. She replies, “For what, half-time?” I tell her that the cheerleaders run out before the start of the game. There are more male cheerleaders than girls. One of the guys is holding an old blue, square-shaped bag. Someone asks him what it is and he yells a 3 phrase cheer that ends with “Cats is Cats.” He asks his fellow cheerleaders what that cheer means, is it their motto? Stacy and I have continued up the stairs, but she turns around at says to the group, “Yes, that is our motto from years ago and next year.”