Welcome to "The Gods Are Bored" on a night when I can't even poke fun at myself. If you're looking for laughs today, move on. I'll see you tomorrow.
Last week I dreamed I was visiting a fancy hotel. I parked my car outside. When I went to get my car, it was gone.
I rushed back into the hotel and reported my car missing. I had a feeling that the hotel management was somehow responsible, that they had done something with my car and couldn't return it.
I demanded the immediate return of my car. Someone said, "Your car is outside." I went outside (it was cold and raining). At first the car looked like mine, but on closer inspection it had a station wagon back. It was not my car.
I went back inside and freaked out. I got angrier than I've ever been in my life. I slammed my fist down on the counter and screamed, "I want my car, and I want it NOW!"
Then I woke up.
Unless you're into boats or horses, you probably have a bond of identity with your automobile. This is the modern age. For better or worse, we are our cars. I have always chosen sensible little economy cars that don't go very fast but are cozy and not terribly attractive to thieves.
I am my car, and in my dream it was gone. The replacement car looked somewhat similar, but it had bad differences that I couldn't live with.
This is where my life is right now. Who took my car? Who took me? Where is A.J?
6 comments:
Such dreams can be unsettling, a low-level sort of soul loss.
Ouch. I don't drive, so I can only try to imagine.
I hope your life starts to get better soon!
I often dream of motor vehicles. If it's a car, I'm not usually driving it. If it's a motorbike, then I'm the driver (rider). If it's a bus, I'm on the top deck. If it's a train, I'm in the guard's carriage like as not.
Our dreams of vehicles do say a lot about us, on an ego level.
Can we hope that the loss of your car is a necessary change for the better?
I'm trying like mad to be optimistic, but, you know, only you can decipher your dreams.
Love,with hugs,
Terri in Joburg
I dream of my 1959 ford galaxie 2 door. I had to sell it to pay bills. Come to think of it, I've had to sell a lot of stuff to pay bills.
Never mind the car, the plaint "Who took me? Where is A.J.?" is something that I am hearing a lot from many many women this spring (well, the initials vary, depending on whom I am talking to). I feel it too. It makes me wonder what is going on.
Very long time reader/lurker first time posting.
*hug*
I wish I could wrap you up and steal you away for a bit-
I'm not sure what is going on but if there is anything I can do to help please let me know.
Need a mini break? Come visit Alaska- I make a mean scone and some Martha style hot coco.
-Kimber
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