Category: Dreams

Dream Vehicles

Normally, thinking of dream vehicles, I fill my mind with sports cars or interstellar ships.

But I recall Quinn of the Black Paws jumping on me last night. He’s only eight pounds but is very adept at targeting and hitting my bladder. So up I went to use the can, with a chatty Quinn accompanying me. Sometimes I think he does this from boredom so he’ll have company.

The sleep interruption let me recall a dream fragment. I was outside, in bright sunshine, on a sidewalk, beside an asphalt parking lot. In the parking lot, parked close by, were cars as shiny as silver mercury. I don’t know what makes, models, etc, but all were sleek, new and exotic in my brief glance, and glittering with reflected sunshine that seemed so amazingly bright that my eyes, even behind sunglasses, were pained.

All of this was experienced as a close, personal POV, like a camera following me, but not from a first person point of view. I, in light colored shorts, a light blue shirt and sandals, light warm breeze blowing my hair, looked at the cars and guffawed, remarking, “Ah, my dream cars.” I was pleased.

And leaving the john and remembering them, with Quinn flying his bushy tail ahead of me as he hurried down the hall, I thought, “I get to pick the car for my dreams.”

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So you’d like a new —

Head butting against my hand, Quinn challenged my sleep with soft coos. Gray light had emerged past the screened windows. The windows and blinds were open to release yesterday’s built up heat and permit the cool night air to saturate the house, preparation to coping with another day of heat. Sure, we could turn on the air con but isn’t it more challenging, more fun, and even nostalgic, to live the day without running the a/c, windows closed and blinds down, sweat beading up as the house’s interior temps climb into the mid 80s? Some would disagree, sure. Turn on the air conditioning, you madman, they order.

Dreams were fading, a snow storm moving on. I glimpsed facets of at least three dreams. One drew me in and held me longer, like a relative saying good-bye with an extended hug. I traipsed through remembered segments, amused and pleased by this dream. Then the realization bolted in, wait, hold onto this dream, this is important.

Shifting focus and effort, I tracked through the dream scenes I saw, heard, remembered, tracing back through sequence and organization, picking up details. The dream’s sequences were about moving into new places, acquiring new things – a new office building and office, a new car – with new computers and computer systems, new passwords, a new location, part of a new morning, and a new day. Excited and joyful I went through these new things, the first to arrive and explore my new digs, the leader of a smallish group, about the size of a high school class. And there, in the dream, shock of discovery took me as I grasped, I’m getting a new body. 

Oh, it’s my same body, but everything is brand new. Not brand new, I’d been thinking upon waking, but regenerated, which had triggered thoughts of the Doctor Who television series, which was where my thoughts were when I started moving from sleep into consciousness. I’m getting a new body, I’d been thinking, like Doctor Who. And I saw myself then being regenerated as the character had been, shifting from one form into another with a brilliant white glow. That was me. But this body looks exactly the same, yet it’s new. And that’s what had me chuckling myself into wakefulness.

Nor was I alone. The others were also new body recipients, but I was one of the first to receive my body and arrive, and was able to tell them, from my knowledge and experience, my expertise, what was going on and what was to be expected. The others began joining me, and then customers were arriving…what? And it was now business as usual.

Then, wondering about the time and accepting that only feeding Quinn would mollify him, I let myself fully awaken. Making to move and get up, I realized…I was curled up into the fetal position.

Ah, sweet dream.

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Dream Fragments

Many dreams last night, very chaotic.

I arrived somewhere, a respected, highly regarded. This I knew in the dream, inside me, from experiencing and enjoying success, and from others’ demeanor toward me. People fawned over me as I arrived. I tried to be natural, approachable, accommodating, friendly.

The somewhere was a medium sized retail business. The managers and owner sought my advice on improving sales. I suggest marketing partnerships. They were selling hardware and things to keep homes safe so I suggested a partnership with people to keep other things safe, and offered them advertising ideas like, ‘safe and strong,’ and ‘secure through strength’. Continued on a tour, observing.

Now somewhere else, in a car, driving fast. Terrible, gray visibility, limited in the front and back. The observer’s paradox, I think in the dream. Weaving through traffic in this terrible gray visibility, passing other cars. Discover there are enormous accidents everywhere on this huge concrete Interstate. Vehicles are stopped. There are no dead nor injured, no fires or wreckage, but I know there are accidents. Yet, I hurtle on, guiding my car around the obstacles until getting free, into sunshine.

Back at the medium sales place. There is a huge sale going on. So big, it spilled over into the out doors. They’re doing as I suggested but I sense they did it on their own. Yet, they initiated the idea but didn’t seem to plan. People are holding onto purchases and queuing to buy everywhere. “Why didn’t they add more sales staff?” I wonder. “Why didn’t they plan ahead better?” Then I think, they did, but they were sloppy about it.

 

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Dream Elite

Today’s Dream Begins….

What does snow and darkness in a dream signify? In this dream, there was a steel and glass building that was warm and lit, a haven against the darkness and nasty weather, but otherwise, this dream had no sunshine, no light outside. It was always cold, windy, snowy.

It began with my selection as part of an elite element. We were drivers. I don’t know the dream background but everyone had a role, either as part of management, as someone attending the cars, someone working in the world, or as a driver. I was pulled from the masses to be a driver.

Then, from the driving group, I was selected to drive a unique car, literally the only one we had like it. Turbocharged, it was started differently – you had to select fifth gear to start it – and I drove it on different missions than the ones the other drivers did. This car had more power and capabilities than the rest. I was pleased, flattered and honored, but I didn’t recognize what it did to my relationships. I no longer had to go outside, into the cold darkness where wind blew falling snow, and the accumulation, which never melted, created frigid, difficult decisions. That’s where I’d originated, and it was the place of my friends and co-workers, yet they always had to go back out there and never had time to stay and visit with me.

As for the other drivers, the other ‘elite’, they also had missions, but they did their missions in large groups. I always went out alone so I never really associated with them, either. They knew me, and mildly resented me, because I was elite among the elite.

So I was often alone, in the warm, lit building, surrounded outside by darkness and snow, where people waited, watching others go off on missions in their cars, while I drove my car alone.  Management was always busy, rarely glimpsed, with few interactions. I’d been given my assignment and was expected to do this.

Tiring of this, not liking this situation, I tried breaching the groups, inviting friends to come in from the outside and talk, trying to join them outside, but not fitting in, resented because I didn’t really have a reason to be there, giving my car to another to drive. But he couldn’t drive it, which exasperated me. It’s easy. I shifted to shunning my friends on the outside because they shunned me. I gave management little time because they gave me little time. And I looked for a newer, better car. It was out there, and I knew it. I just had to find it.

So the dream ended, on my determination to find my new, more powerful vehicle, certain it existed and certain I would find it, recognizing as I did, that I couldn’t go back to being one of the others.

I had gone on.

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