| Dream Journal excerpts: | "Runaway Car" |  |
I’m in a car. I am not me. I’m somebody else. It seems that I’ve been driving a car, and that I’ve pulled over. I feel as though I’m intoxicated. There is a police car behind me. I guess they pulled me over. I don’t remember giving it to them, but I know that “I” gave them “my” license. I see something in front of me. I thought I had stopped, but if I’m not moving toward it, it is moving toward me. As it starts to come into focus, it looks like a person. I quickly pull over to the right. As it goes by, I see that it was not a person. In order to pull over, I had to pull up. I expected to only move up a few feet, but the car goes farther –almost a block. I stop it and get out. I think I hear one of the police say that this boarders on evasion. I think they’ll realize that I wasn’t trying to get away. I get out of the car. I reach in through the window to put it in park (&/or to turn the ignition off). The car starts rolling! I must have put it in neutral. It rolls away. I have to chase after it. It goes downhill and picks up speed. It turns a corner. It is getting away. The police follow, but soon I don’t see them anymore. The car goes down another street. Now it is going slightly uphill, so it has to stop soon, but it has built up enough speed to get to the end of the cul-de-sac. It turns to the right and seems to go into somebody’s yard, but parked cars block my view and I lose sight of it. I think about the police. I’m surprised that they lost me so quickly. That feels like a good thing, but it could be bad if they catch up with me. Besides, they have my license. I’m not very concerned, because this is not me, so when they find this guy, it won’t be me taking the heat.
I get to the end of the street. I don’t see the car, but I do see a very nice pool and a very blue hill in somebody’s yard. It is so blue that I think it must be water, like a small lake, but it is raised, sloped and convex, like a hill. This doesn’t seem possible. I want to know what this is. I recognize this place. This is the place that I saw in the dream I had the other day! Wow! This is wild. I look around. The only difference is that this time, there are people around. I see several girls at the pool. They are gorgeous. I don’t want to just stare at them. I want to look around and try to figure out what’s going on here and why I saw this place in a dream before I found it. It must mean something. Clearly, I was meant to be here. I should try to find that car.
Some people come out of the yard and walk toward me. I don’t know if they mean to walk by and I’m in the way, or if they came out to talk to me. The girls from the pool are among them, but my attention is drawn to a woman in front who is about my age. She is just as beautiful as the others. She wants to know what I’m doing here. I tell her about the car. She seems doubtful of that, but doesn’t press it. She wants to know why I was standing there for so long, looking at the yard in a way that made her think about calling the police. I explain to her that I saw the place in a dream the other day. This doesn’t satisfy her. We seem to move to a different place. We talk more. I know I wrote that dream down and I think I have the paper, over by the lawn. I ask her if she wants to see it. She doesn’t. While we are talking the girls keep looking at me and giggling among themselves. At least some of them –and one, in particular- seem to be flirting with me. They seem to know me, or something about me that they find very interesting. One of them starts poking me with her finger. At first, it’s kind of cute, then it becomes a distraction. After a while, it starts to hurt.
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