Last Night’s Flat Tire Dream

Last night, I dreamt that, in the middle of the night and in a pounding rain storm, I decided to drive down to an all-night coffeehouse. I went there alone and, when I arrived, I discovered that the coffeehouse was deserted, with the exception of the woman working behind the counter. As I ordered a cup of coffee, I saw that she was reading a high school history textbook. Since she appeared to be older than 18, I asked her if she was studying for GED. She said yes but kind of glared at me as she said it, as if she felt I was talking down to her.

Feeling somewhat uncomfortable, I drank my cup of coffee. At one point, there was a loud burst of thunder and the lights blinked on and off.

“It’s really coming down out there,” I said.

The woman barely looked up from her book.

I finished my coffee and I told the woman to be safe driving home. As I stepped back outside, it occurred to me that the woman might have walked to work and might not have a ride home and I wondered if maybe I should have asked her if she had any way to safely get home. Then I saw that one of the front tires of my car has gone flat.

And then I woke up!

Last Night’s Dream In Which I Yell At Joe Biden

I was sitting in my car at stop sign in Dallas.  I couldn’t drive forward because the presidential motorcade was driving through the intersection and it was taken forever.  Suddenly, the entire motorcade stopped and Joe Biden stepped out of a limo.  He waved at the people watching and then he started to give a speech.

I honked my horn.  When he looked over at my car, I yelled, “HURRY UP, OLD MAN!”

Suddenly, all these secret service agents came walking up to my car.  And that’s when I woke up.

Last Night’s Car Theft Dream

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.

Last Night’s Motorcycle Crash Dream

Last night, I dreamt that I was sitting outside, on my front porch.  Suddenly, I heard the sound of a roaring engine.  A man on a motorcycle sped down the street.  When he reached the end of the street, he turned the corner and I was glad to see him go because his motorcycle was way too loud.

Then, he roared down a street a second time.  And then a third time.  Each time, the motorcycle seemed louder than before.  The third time, I stood up and yelled at him to go somewhere else but I’m sure he couldn’t hear me as he roared by.  When he turned the corner, I suddenly heard what sounded like a huge explosion.

Realizing that the motorcyclist had probably crashed into a car, I started walking down the street so I could see if he was okay.  But the more I walked, the more far away the end of my block seemed.  I started to get frustrated.  I sighed and said out loud, “I should have just driven down there.”

And then I woke up.

Last Night’s Angry Dream

Last night, I dreamt that I was standing out in my front yard.  I was wearing a black cocktail dress.  My Dad and my Aunt were standing beside me.  I realized that my car was not parked in the driveway.

“Where’s my car?” I asked.

“It’s been towed for the weekend,” my Dad told me.

“What?” I said.

My aunt said, “The mechanic said it was a piece of junk.”  I started to protest but my aunt cut me off. “I know it looked alright but it was a piece of junk.”

As my aunt was talking, a two truck drove down the street, dragging my car behind it.

Angry, I turned to my aunt and my father.  “You had no right to let them take my car!” I shouted.

Neither said anything so I kept yelling at them about how unfair it was to take away my car.  While I was shouting, I saw there were several people standing in the doorway of my house, staring at me and smirking.

“Stop it, Lisa,” my aunt finally said, “All those people are going to laugh at you.”

Suddenly, I noticed that my cat was running around in the front yard.

“How did he get out!?” I yelled.

No one answered.

“Well, help me out!” I shouted at them.

And that’s when I woke up.

Last Night’s Weird Car Theft Dream

In the second weird dream that I had last night, I dreamed that I was walking around my neighborhood when I suddenly realized that I was in a dream and that I needed to wake up.  So, I decided that I should commit a crime because I knew that, as soon as the police arrested me, I would wake up.

So, I walked up to a car that was parked in front of a house and I looked inside.  I saw that the door was unlocked and that keys were still in the ignition.  I got in the car, started the engine, and drove off.

As I drove around for a little bit but I didn’t see any police.  So, I decided to go to Northpark Mall and do some shopping.

At the mall, I was not only having a great time shopping but I was also happy to see that whole place was decorated for Christmas!  As I walked around the mall, I suddenly noticed that there was a huge amount of people in what appeared to be an antique store.

I stepped into the store and I saw that there was a long line of people waiting to go through a door that led into the back of the store.  I also saw that my friend Amy was standing at the back of the line so I walked over to her and asked her what was going on.

She told me that the antique store was actually an embassy and everyone was waiting to have their papers checked.  She told me that everyone in the back of the store was a political prisoner and that she was there to protest the embassy’s human right violations and that the store was a dangerous place to be.

“Are you sure you want to be here?” she asked me.

I shrugged and said, “It’s just a dream.”

So, I joined Amy in line.  One-by-one, people were allowed to enter the back of the store.  It took forever but finally, Amy and I reached the door.  Looking through the doorway, I saw a room that had one table, three chairs, and a lot of uniformed men.

“Are you ready?” Amy asked me.

I looked at the men in the room and then said, “No, I change my mind.”

“What about the cause?” she asked me.

“What cause?” I replied, before walking out of the antique store.

I had spent so much time in the antique store that Northpark Mall was now closing.  As I left the mall, I found myself wondering why I hadn’t been arrested.  What if this wasn’t a dream?  What if I had really stolen a car and then abandoned my friend in a foreign embassy?

Standing outside the mall, I started to get worried but then I saw a police car pulling up.

“Thank God,” I said.

And then I woke up.

Last Night’s Frustrating Quest Dream

Finally, I have a new dream to share!

It’s not that I haven’t been dreaming in the month between this post and my last.  In fact, I know I’ve been dreaming quite a bit because I wake up every morning with fragmentary storylines in my head.  But, for whatever reason, I haven’t been remembering the dreams as well as I usually do.  Often, I discover that I’ve forgotten my dream by the middle of the day.

So, I better go ahead and get this one down before I forget it!

In this dream, I was walking through Northpark Mall when I suddenly saw a store that I had never seen before.  The store had a lot of glowing neon on the walls but, as I stood there looking at it, I couldn’t figure out what exactly it was that they sold.

I stepped into the store and saw two women talking while a man stood behind a counter and listened.  I could tell that one of the women was the owner and the other woman and the man were employees.  The owner was complaining that her employees were incompetent and that she wished she had someone else working at the store.

“I’ll do it!” I said.

All three of them stared at me.  The owner asked me if I really wanted the job.

I shrugged and said, “What is it?”

The owner didn’t answer my question.  Instead, she said, “If you want the job, I need you to go to the store across the street from the mall and pick something up for us.  You’ve got thirty minutes.”

Eager to get the mystery job, I ran out of the store and out of the mall.  It was only when I was standing in the mall parking lot that I realized that 1) I had no idea what store I was supposed to go to, 2) I wasn’t sure what I was supposed to get, 3) I already had a job, 4) it took me 15 minutes to juts get out of the mall so there was no way that I would be able to make the 30 minute deadline, and 5) I had no idea where my car was.

And that’s when I woke up!