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Weird dream
Feb. 5th, 2006 08:55 amAcutally remembered my dream last night.
William was driving our big old white F250 with me as a passenger. We were going to some sort of fair/event/midway area. I ended up with a violin at some point during the drive. I could play it fairly well (have never plaid violin before). So we get to the park/event and walk around. All your typical fair stuff is there, looked kind of like the midway at Harborfest - lights, bad food, noise... It was a long drive, and we walk around for about 10 minutes before it's time to head home again. The truck is parked right infront of a steep cliff overlooking a rushing river. I get in (violin is long gone at this point) and sit in the truck. William leans in and puts the truck in gear, but someone calls him back out, so he closes the door. The truck starts to crawl forward over the cliff. The cliff has a bunch of scraggly trees on it, and the truck gets caught a little as it starts to slide down.
It ends up falling passanger door down towards the river. Instead of doing something smart like jump out, I unbuckle the seat belt and open the door. The truck hits the water, but it doesn't hurt. The door doesn't rip off or anything. I manage to crawl out of the truck only to find I'm downriver a little, right near the bank. It's sandy and I get out of the water. William's down there waiting, there's no cliff here, just grassy area with a parking lot. Looked like a Metropark in Ohio we used to go to, actually. I'm fine, so we start the salvage operation on the truck. It's fine, sitting upright unharmed and ready to go. The river, BTW, has turned from a roaring monster into a 3" deep small brook. We were pulling the truck out by the bumper when I woke up.
Damn idiot drove me off a cliff, and he didn't even mean to do it. Bastard. Woke me up early too. 8am on a Sunday; that's like four hours early. Would love to have someone analyse the dream. It's not one of the usual ones I remember so it's gotta mean something.
William was driving our big old white F250 with me as a passenger. We were going to some sort of fair/event/midway area. I ended up with a violin at some point during the drive. I could play it fairly well (have never plaid violin before). So we get to the park/event and walk around. All your typical fair stuff is there, looked kind of like the midway at Harborfest - lights, bad food, noise... It was a long drive, and we walk around for about 10 minutes before it's time to head home again. The truck is parked right infront of a steep cliff overlooking a rushing river. I get in (violin is long gone at this point) and sit in the truck. William leans in and puts the truck in gear, but someone calls him back out, so he closes the door. The truck starts to crawl forward over the cliff. The cliff has a bunch of scraggly trees on it, and the truck gets caught a little as it starts to slide down.
It ends up falling passanger door down towards the river. Instead of doing something smart like jump out, I unbuckle the seat belt and open the door. The truck hits the water, but it doesn't hurt. The door doesn't rip off or anything. I manage to crawl out of the truck only to find I'm downriver a little, right near the bank. It's sandy and I get out of the water. William's down there waiting, there's no cliff here, just grassy area with a parking lot. Looked like a Metropark in Ohio we used to go to, actually. I'm fine, so we start the salvage operation on the truck. It's fine, sitting upright unharmed and ready to go. The river, BTW, has turned from a roaring monster into a 3" deep small brook. We were pulling the truck out by the bumper when I woke up.
Damn idiot drove me off a cliff, and he didn't even mean to do it. Bastard. Woke me up early too. 8am on a Sunday; that's like four hours early. Would love to have someone analyse the dream. It's not one of the usual ones I remember so it's gotta mean something.
