Tag: dreams

Dream a little dream

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I had this dream last night that was to weird not to write about.

I am in the passenger seat of Sarah’s car.  She is driving.  We’re heading down some country road with tall headges lining the sides.  This car in front of Sarah has it lights on, which, because it is the middle of a sunny day, is driving Sarah crazy.    So she decides to flash her brights at the car.  After flashing her brights a few times the car slams on their brakes and pulls sideways blocking the road.  It turns out it is a cop car.  And he’s quite upset.

He pulls out a ticket book and is about to write a ticket when the car behind Sarah’s starts honking.  The driver gets out and is pretty upset at being blocked.  But then he sees the gun the police officer has, and pulls out his own gun from his car.  The cop and him start laughing comparing their guns, they are both toy guns with the orange caps on the end of the barrells.  The cop agrees to move his car, and starts driving down the road.

Sarah decides this is the  perfect time to hide from the cop.  She drives off the road behind the ledges in a little parking lot. I’m not quite freaking out, but do remind her that we are now hiding from the police.  She laughs and says the cop was a jerk anyways.  I see the cop driving the otherway down the road going exceptianally fast.

Then I wake.  Weird weird dream.

Dreams and additions

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I’ve been having extremely strange dreams lately.  But, as Sarah has said, I have some nice lucidity and quite a linear storyline.  Here’s the last one I remember:

I am leaving a parking lot.  It was a pay lot so I was paying at the credit card swipe machine (it only took credit cards).  Behind me in line was Laura, a teacher I used to work with at Kenmore Middle.  I was having a lot of trouble with the machine, it wasn’t reading my card or something.  Laura was pretty impatient.  She started pushing my car out of the way with the van she was driving.  The whole time she was smiling, not in a vindictive way, but a sheer joy and happy way.

After she pushed my car out of the way she drove by smiling.  I had to circle the block in my car (and pass through several intersections and lane mergers).  I parked by the sidewalk to walk back to the parking lot.  I was pretty concerned I had left my credit card in the machine.  When I walk into the lot I discover this wasn’t the case.  Or at least its not in the machine, I”m not worried though.

Outside of the lot I walk right down the road.  There is a big steep hill.  It is snowy, so I decide to slide down on my bottom.  I use my hands and steer left and right, which I do pretty well considering I have to avoid not only multiple trees that have fallen in the street but also cars driving up the hill.  At the bottom of the hill is a cul-de-sac.  I recognize some of these houses, and immediately see someone I recognize.

Its a woman whom I had interviewed a long while ago.  I apparently interviewed her because she lived in a small house at the time, and I was interviewing people who lived in the world’s smallest dwellings.  Currently she lived with her mother, and her old, small house fit in the living room of her mother’s house (and it was in there).  She took me in the house where we laughed while looking at the small house.  Then I saw a picture of me from when I first interviewed her.  In the picture I was really young, maybe 18.  I was kind of saddened by it.  But I liked it.

We chat it up a bit and then I leave.  I walk out into a large field.  There are horse stables and other sheds and what not.  Some of them have gold Christmas lights on them.  And then I wake up.

As for the new addition…. I’m an uncle, again.  I now have a neice, Takara.  She awesome.  Trust me.