What does it all mean?
I woke at 5am this morning, fiddle farted around till 9am and decided to go back to bed. This is my first weekend off, first days off in a month, so yea, I went back to bed being a lazy fuck. Anyway, right before I laid back down, I read a post on dreaming over at Old Bitter Balls. In my comment, I stated that I rarely dream, anymore. Usually, it is when I am tired in body but not in brain that I dream. Today was one of those days.
I was driving from Virginia to New York, much like I used to, years ago. In my dream places were not where they normally are but it all made sense. I have to go through Pennsylvania to get to N.Y. and in my dream, for whatever reason, I made the choice to park my car ahead of my destination and walk through Pa. as I didn't want to be stopped by the cops. I know it does not make sense because I am legal but my psyche knows just how screwed up Pa. can be, how I watched as they bent the rules to their liking. So, I imagine that was my thinking. In this dream, I knew I'd not been to N.Y., where I used to live, Upstate in a very long time. I was walking and began to see people I knew, old connections and a lot of them were standing outside this one house. When I saw them, my first thought was to cop some heroin but I never asked. They were glad to see me but this one Hispanic chick, Lily,(Lily was just rearrested last month in real life) who called me Loca, said"Loca you've gained weight," which I have because I'm not doing heroin anymore. Then, I walked through a bar as if I was invisible, walking in one door and out another. I saw a lot of people I knew but did not matter to me. I walked in to a restaurant I was the Sous Chef here, before and there were all new people but there was still a sign on the wall,"Babs is always Bitchin." I didn't see the Executive Chef/Owner, Todd and assumed he was at the other restaurant. I kept walking and I couldn't find my car. I couldn't remember where I parked it either. I had my keys, hooked on my belt loop in good ol' dike fashion and knew that my purse and pain pills were locked in the trunk. I started walking out of town and thought to myself that I was going the wrong way. I was tired and stuck my thumb out hitchhiking. I was walking backwards, watching traffic head towards me. This little boat came cruising up to me and said come on and I followed it to the bar, close by. The boat turned into a scruffy dog and the dog went into the men's room. I waited and out came a man, tall, in his 50's with faded jeans, a jean jacket and a long gray ponytail, a bald spot but he had a crisp linen shirt on under his jean jacket and I noticed he wore polished motorcycle boots. Somehow I knew it was him, the dog and I laughed and asked if he felt better and he said yea, let's go and I followed him out the door and down the street. I knew in my mind that I had to go in the house right next to his car and pick of my 5 year old nephew, who is Autistic and I told him and he said he didn't mind. I went in and got my nephew and we followed him to his car. At first, I wasn't sure what kind of car it was. He had a hard time rolling down the window and as I watched him, I realized that I might know him and I asked. He told me that in fact he knew me from a long time ago but "I tried to get over you." I was puzzled and watched as he now pulled and tugged at this car seat that was suspended from the roof of the car. I remember thinking it was pretty nifty, hanging like that in such a small car and that my nephew would love it, right in the middle and able to see where he was going. The car had papers all over the floor and I asked what kind of car it was and he told me it was a vintage Lamborghini but in my dream the doors didn't open as a Lamborghini's do, it was weird. I was studying his worn face, looking for clues as to how I knew him? I never realized that dreamed in color but it was and I did and the car was red and I stated that his car was the same color as mine. He said, Yea, I know and he gave me this look like a sharks eyes, right before they roll over in attack, a dull, lifeless look. I remember being a bit concerned and feeling for my gun in the small of my back, where I always kept one in the summer months. Then...I fucking woke up for no good reason and the dream was over. Too weird. I wanted to play this out, damn!