I was driving down a country road in the middle of the night. As I drove, I saw a barn sitting in the darkness. I stopped about a yard away from the barn. I got out of the car and stated to walk towards the barn. The grass was high and I could hear crickets all around. I could also see that there was a light on in the barn. As I got closer to the barn, the light suddenly went out and I was standing in total darkness. I turned around and started to walk back towards my car but then I realized that I wasn’t sure where I had parked. I walked around randomly in the dark, looking for the car. I was starting to get really upset when suddenly, I saw the car sitting off in the distance. I ran up to the car and got in. I was surprised to discover keys hanging from ignition but, being in a hurry to get out of there, I went ahead and started the car and drove off.
As I was driving through the dark, I suddenly realized that I wasn’t actually driving my car. Instead, I had stolen someone else’s car. I decided that I would drive home and then, in the morning, I would return the car and find my own.
My home, in his dream, was a small cottage sitting next to what appeared to be a trailer park. As I parked the stolen car in front of the cottage, I saw that my car was sitting in my driveway. “Oh,” I said, “I guess I never drove my car to begin with.”
The dream skipped ahead to the next morning. I was now driving my car (my actual car and not the one that I stole) through downtown Dallas. I drove through Dealey Plaza and then suddenly, I was pulling up in front of the house that I lived in when I was in high school. In this dream, I owned the house and I used it as a place to keep all of the stuff that I didn’t have room for in my main house. I got out of the car and walked into the house. I went to my old bedroom, which still looked exactly the way it did when I was in high school. I looked through my closet and my dresser and I saw all of my old high school clothes.
I lay down on my bed and, as I stared up at the ceiling, I said, “But this doesn’t make any sense. I don’t own this house.” Even though I knew that I didn’t own the house, I decided to remain on the bed. Several times, I told myself that I needed to hurry up and leave but I didn’t feel like moving.
As far as I can remember, that’s how the dream ended.
Lisa Marie's Dream Journal 