I dream that my brother and I are staying at my sister’s for a few days. She lives in the same building I rented my apartment in during uni. Is midnight and she came back home already, we’re waiting for dad to come pick us up, but now my brother is sick and I have to drive home alone in our old blue car. I’m almost home when I remember I can’t drive. I’m on a motorbike now, I don’t even know how to go faster, but I figure out you have to squeeze the handle. I get home and mom is in the kitchen, she says happy birthday. It’s not my birthday I say, but I check the calendar and indeed it is.
Tag: cars
Feeling Trapped And Unable To Travel I Guess
I dream about a strange place where everybody is trapped inside a white underground world, also everyone has a clone. I think these people might be very sophisticated androids, as there’s s guy from the outside controlling them all. One android who looks like Gina Rodriguez feels the calling from the green windy hills outside, she wants to escape and the others are ordered to kill her. They accidentally kill her clone instead, and she’s free.
Then I dream I’m staying at my Gran’s and pretending I have a stomachache so I don’t have to eat her food. We go on vacation together, I park my car on the outskirts of town before joining her. Its s beautiful beach town, it looks European but the ocean is tropical; I take a lot of pictures. When it’s time to go I walk back to my car, a boxy little thing, white with blue accents. As I drive back to Gran I remember I don’t have a license, what will I do if a cop stops me?
If You Were Hoping For A Holiday Themed Dream You Are Wrong
I dream that I open a bookstore with two old schoolmates, M. and C. We only sell books about the Middle Ages so it’s not very successful. We’re going home one night when we see our rival bookstore has displayed animals (some sort of white monkeys) and toddlers in their storefront window. I don’t know if the toddlers are alive or just dolls, they move like real children but they look fake, they all have an identical bowl cut and their faces are covered in thin white fur. I pick one up and it’s drooling all over me, I clean its mouth.
We are now late, we rush to the train stop (it’s like a tram stop but for trains!) and barely miss our ride. We have no choice but to call a cab; a big, fancy orange car appears to pick us up, I cannot sit in the back with my friends because them are the rules, I have to climb into the trunk, it’s not pleasant. The cab driver is speaking in a foreign language on his phone, the only words I understand are “Angela Merkel”. The road to town is made of white marble and almost vertical, I’m terrified we won’t make it and when we reach the top I jump out the trunk. I tell my friends I’ll pay them back my fare tomorrow, they yell back it’s gonna be 15 bucks. As I run away I see them take one calculator each as they start checking if the cab fare is right. I marvel at how they can still do math after all these years.
Disappointed To Wake Up With No Car. Also TW Animal Suffering
I dream about a mom with two small children, brother and sister. The little girl has a kitten, she doesn’t want to leave it behind but her mom puts it inside a box, tells the daughter “it will be fine”.
It is of course not fine and the kitten suffocates and dies. He turns into the angry ghost of a child, he kills the two little siblings and they turn into ghosts too.
I dream that it’s my birthday and one of my aunts buys me a new car and a Nintendo switch. My brother is jealous and steals the switch.
Just A Little Blood, Really, It’s Fine
I dream that I’m sitting in a classroom during a test with a nice sub teacher. I waste a lot of time trying to copy down the questions, my handwriting is really sloppy. My mother is at the door, she says my brother has a headache and he’s being rushed to the hospital, they’re afraid it’s a brain tumor. That gains me a lot of sympathy and enough time to somewhat finish writing down my answers. My brother turns out to be fine, it’s only a little blood clot in his brain, nothing a headband can’t cure.
There’s other, fuzzier dreams. My sister going to therapy and insisting I come along to listen; a couple in a tragicomic car chase that feels like a Woody Allen movie.
It’s All About My Father’s Disapproval, Really
I dream that I’m walking out of a physiotherapist clinic, it’s dark outside and raining. My mom and dad are sitting in their car waiting for me, but when I approach they drive away in a rush, leaving me hanging. I’m incredibly upset about this. Another car stops by, it’s small, green and ancient. A group of relatives are sitting inside (a second cousin with her mother, mother-in-law and young son). They offer to drive me home, but I refuse: I’d rather stand here in the rain and make my parents feel guilty.
I dream that I’m hanging out with some friends. All we do is sit on some chairs in a giant room (sports hall?), sleep in the afternoons and eat fruit at night. It’s all very chill and nice. My dad is also sitting somewhere in the room, and looking at us disappointed.
In Which I Just Wanna Go Home
I dream that I stop at a stationary store. As I’m buying two pens (a fine liner and a brush pen) the owner tells me the store is going out of business. I crumple on the floor crying. This was the last stationary store in town, I sob, what am I gonna do now?! The pens cost five bucks, I’m so upset I demand to only pay three.
Instead of going home I end up at the mall to blow out some steam. I decide to take a bus to go back, I don’t have a ticket but I can always pretend I forgot it. It’s too late when I realize the bus is going the wrong way. How am I going home now? We arrive at a small rocky alley, the driver makes us all get out of the bus, we dismantle the roof and carry it to the other side. Above our heads there are tall, narrow houses made of white rock. From a balcony, my late great-aunt E. waves at me. She looks like she always did, with her white hair in a tight bun. She asks how my parents are.
I dream that I’m taking my telemarketing job to the next level and selling door-to-door. I arrive at the house of an old man called Peter Minniti, he is apparently a great politician of yonder. His house is a small villa outside Florence, it’s late evening and he’s a bit upset about the intrusion, but his wife makes me tea. I try to sell him a phone subscription, he agrees to come by the store and asks for my number. I can’t seem to be able to type it in his phone and it’s getting late, so late, I’m sweating with anxiety. I eventually write it down on a piece of paper and leave in a hurry.
It’s so dark outside, I don’t know my way. I send my car forward on its own, then realize I was supposed to sent it north, and north is the opposite way! What can I do? Start walking and hope for the best? The old politician and his wife appear on their window and tell me they saw pictures of my nephew on Instagram, I don’t know what to say to that. A funeral procession passes by.
I walk and walk and walk and know I will never reach home, and then I realize I can just wake up and be home in a second.
I Was Equally Sad For Both Women
I dream that I’ve witnessed a woman being murdered, then emptied and stuffed with rice.
Then I dream about being in a car with my brother, we’re watching a movie. One of the characters is a young mother wearing a sweater so old it’s full of holes.
It Was A Long One But I Forgot All The Details
I dream that my mom is driving the new car we just bought. As expected, it’s a disaster.
Circus Cats and Violent Delegates
I dream that I’m looking into colleges for when I finish high school. At the same time I’m also my current adult self, so I end up choosing a psychology degree, because it’ll help with my retail job, somehow?? I guess customers do be crazy.
At the same time I’m looking into buying a car, I select an old gray Citroën, extremely boring but it somehow only costs 400 bucks. I can’t even drive but that’s not gonna stop me! I lie in the back seat and smile and smile.
I go home and I find a dozen cats, most of them black. My own cat is conspicuously missing. All the cats are wearing circus clothes. I go fill the bathtub (it’s plastic, transparent blue), they all follow me and jump in the water. I start brushing them with soap and they all look very satisfied, like they’ve been trained for this. There is a white cat with a bleeding injury on her shoulder, and a gray tabby with his legs missing. There also a talking toy astronaut.
Afterward I’m walking home from school and decide to visit the local catholic church. I haven’t been inside the building in years and I don’t like religious institutions on principle, but here I go, and the church is packed so I have to sit on the marble steps.
A bearded man stood up and is now giving a speech a few seats from me. Another guy (I recognize him, it’s a local politician) attacks him, a fist fight ensues. I’m enjoying this more than I can say, these religious types and their hypocrisy! The politician notices I’m chuckling ant attacks me too, scratches my face. I say I’m just an innocent schoolgirl! I’m not though, I’m in my 30s, there’s blood pouring down my face and I’m still laughing.
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