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Posted on 2011.11.16 at 13:15
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Last week's dream: SPEEDING IN REVERSE, this is Part II.

I was in college and had returned late from break, the school was under new management and all previously free services were rescinded, which is why I had a difficult time finding my algebra book. But by the time I did get to class, the only seat left was very low seat, which I took, between two towering individuals in regular sized seats. Quite disconcerting. I remember thinking that the policies of the new management seemed to negatively affect my ability to learn.

During another break we all decided to caravan somewhere for lunch in Plano, TX. I ended up in the middle of the front seat of a 1989 burgundy Buick Park Avenue with a velour bench seat, in between the cheerleader who drove and nicetwins while catttitude crawled into the back seat. The cheerleader needed to stop at her house in a typical North Texas subdivision off Central Expressway, and when she exited the vehicle, nicetwins and I realize we're both far too fat to share the front seat with the driver-side armrest down, so I lift it up, tuck it between the cushion of the bench seat, and and scoot over a bit. I turn to talk to my wife. I didn't know the cheerleader knew her, and nicetwins laughs at that because they had met at the cheerleading Halloween party where I was apparently "pretty toasty."

Then the car starts rolling backwards. A lot. A long way, actually not only out of the driveway but down a curvy street and yes, its picking up speed as it goes. I move my foot to depress the emergency brake but there are LOTS of pulls and levers under the dash - so many in fact I'm baffled at which one might be the correct one, as nothing I seems to pull, push, twist or depress affects any vehicle systems. I scoot behind the wheel to apply the brakes to no avail and start being passed by faceless motorcyclists. They'd lost their faces in different ways due to various motorcycle related accidents and it was very, very creepy.




This week's dream: Impervious

michelle1963 was captain of the Black Pearl, but that ship had sunk, presumably in battle. Her next ship was me, and I was [incorporeally possessing] a super-tanker! My hold was empty, which would've set me high in the water, except my deck was lined with layers of concrete and steel. I was a very heavy ship and sat low in the water. And like Johnny Appleseed michelle1963 carried a bucket of grass seed with her sprinkling it all over my concrete deck, convinced that someday, something would take root and grow there, yet I was certain nothing ever would, because it requires much more than concrete to make seeds grow.

And then - it was night - and I was on the tanker! My men were manning the futuristic anti-aircraft artillery from the top of the tower bridge to fire green pulse cannons at the incoming spaceships. "FULL SPEED AHEAD!" I bellowed, and beseeched my wife and children to take cover under the plexiglass foxhole domes atop the bridge.

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Michelle1963
michelle1963 at 2011-11-16 21:44 (UTC) (Link)
Your dream "Speeding in Reverse" Part II seems to have all of the weird obstacles and frustration of a dream I just posted: Dream ~ A VERY Strange Game of Pool
ehowton
ehowton at 2011-11-16 22:02 (UTC) (Link)
Indeed.
Michelle1963
michelle1963 at 2011-11-16 21:46 (UTC) (Link)
Wow! Now I see why you asked me about my new Jack Sparrow avatar. Weird! When I made it yesterday, I didn't know if I'd get much use out of it. Making it was more an effort in improving my photoshop skills than anything.

But of course, your dream has presented me with the opportunity to use him now.

Super-Tanker for the Black Pearl. Nice step up! Although why I would want to grow grass on Super-Tanker is beyond me.

Must have been cool to actually "be" a super-tanker!
ehowton
ehowton at 2011-11-16 22:01 (UTC) (Link)
Its not every day I get to incorporeally possess an ocean-going vessel.
pcofwildthings at 2011-11-17 03:48 (UTC) (Link)
Speeding in reverse sounds like a classic loss of control dream. I hate those. Usually my brakes fail (never in reverse though...yet) and/or pedestrians show up in the road in front of me out of nowhere. Sometimes my brakes don't fail but my reflexes do, and I'll feel like I've smoked that grass michelle1963 was sowing on your deck and then hate myself to boot. As to the second one, I dunno...maybe you just needed an antacid before bed? It's good to be the captain of your own ship though, trying to protect the occupants, fending off attack. Does "full speed ahead" help when the enemy is above? I suppose you don't want to be a sitting target. I get it now. Sorry for my lack of fighting skills.
ehowton
ehowton at 2011-11-17 15:40 (UTC) (Link)
Loss of control plaques my subconscious. There are many things I'm willing to sacrifice - control is not one of them, even if its just a semblance of such.
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