I woke up unsettled this morning and i didn't know why and at about 10 a.m. i realized what was the matter. I had a dream that i discover that my current old car was actually made of plastic filler. I just remember a bit of my dream where i was pulling large chunks of Bondo away from messed up sheet metal. No wonder i was somewhat shaken when i woke up. Has anyone else ever had this happen to them?
lay off the jalapeño tuna poppers before bed.............that will be 30 dollars.......pay the nurse on your way out !!!
I had a nightmare once that my car was stolen. I later found it in a bad part of town sitting on cinder blocks and stripped down to a shell. That was one I woke up from with huge sigh of relief when I knew it wasn't reality. Phew!
maybe you should walk around the car with a magnet, so you can sleep easy tonight. hope your dreams don't come true!
I was up earlier than 10, But i don't know how much longer that will last as it is getting close to end of the school year. I couldn't run out to the garage, my car is in warm storage a few miles away. i would have gone and given it a hug if i could.
I dream in technicolor...and I can remember every part of my dreams...something a lot of people cannot do... Here's an excerpt from my first book, en***led "Bangin' Gears & Bustin' Heads"...it's about a dream I had in high school some forty years ago... this particular episode was called: The fifties ended in 1963." I had a very disturbing dream one Sunday evening: I saw myself inside a building fronted with 6 foot wide by 10 foot high windows. There were eight windows looking out over a parking lot and the day was brite and sunny. I was washing the windows with a brush and wiping them with a squeegee on a long pole…I bent to get the brush wet in the soapy water. I straightened up, looked out the window, across the huge empty parking lot, to the other side of a street I didn’t recognize. There, an A & W type drive-in sat. Basically an ordinary drive-in, except …covering the yellow outside walls, was blood…bright crimson blood. It ran down the windows and dripped from the roof eaves…even the few cars parked there were spotted with dripped blood. The cars trailed it out onto the street as they slowly creeped out of the drive-in, one by one, in no great hurry. I heard an engine fire up and watched a ’57 Chevy, nearly identical to mine, leave from the parking lot in front of the building I was in and turn south. It moved slowly, apparently it wasn’t running very well, it backfired several times, pulled into the street and accelerated. Strangely enuff, my view changed and I was above the trees and houses, looking down on the street and I could see thru the trees lining the street. I watched as another car pulled out from a side street ahead and the ’57 hit it, dead center. I awoke in a cold sweat. The dream scared me, my imagination was running rampant…guess I was worried about the speech I had to make in cl*** in a few days and chalked it up to just another of my weird dreams. One week from the end of the semester I presented Mr. Farrell my speech, about dreams, so he could grade the effort and then, on a Friday morning I gave the speech in our huge auditorium. I was scared ****less, and almost speechless, but I made it thru 994 words I had written and finished the twenty-minute dissertation with “Beware, your dreams may come true I graduated in May, 1961 In late 1962, I moved to Fremont,Nebraska, with my hi school buddy, Dave and his parents. I worked at several jobs, not knowing where my life was going yet. In May of 1963 I heard the new supermarket on Bell Avenuewould be finished soon. I applied for a job, was accepted and began work in July…the store would hold it’s grand opening in September. I met all of the guys I was to pal around Fremont within the first month working there…all except one was a car guy. I got my ’57 back from the body shop (crashed just after I moved there)…it was looking good and I enjoyed having it again. The rest of the summer was great… life was good. The supermarket grand opening came and went, the summer morphed into fall and fall edged toward Nebraska winter. It was a normal Friday, November 22, 1963, mid-morning, when the Grocery Manager asked me to wash the front windows…I got the necessary buckets, brushes and squeegees and went to the front. I had finished two windows closest to the south end of the building and was about to start on a third. I dipped the brush in the water bucket, raised up…and literally freaked. There, across the huge, nearly empty parking lot, on the other side of Street,stood a yellow Dog & Suds Drive-In, trimmed in Crimson Red. Chills ran up and down my spine, Deja-Vu gripped me. I knew I’d been here before…seen that drive-in…but when? I couldn’t place the time, nor date. I thot of nothing else as I finished the windows and went to lunch. It was a cold day, I started my ’57 to warm it up, but it had a miss in it and wasn’t running very well. I urged it out of the employee parking spot, turned on the radio and unconsciously turned south on Bell Street, something I didn’t do as the 15 cent ‘burger joint I went to for lunch was north on Bell. Surprisingly, there was no music on the Omaha AM station…just harried voices…I turned it up and an announcer hurriedly described a scene of panic in Dallas,Texas. The ******ination of President John F. Kennedy had just taken place. I was stunned. I couldn’t imagine there were people that wanted a president dead. Six blox later, as I was paying more attention to the radio, I center-punched a ’60 Ford at an uncontrolled intersection, destroyed my ’57 again. Fortunately, neither of us were hurt in the accident. I didn’t go back to work that afternoon as the mess I made had to be taken care of. I got a traffic ticket…and a wrecked car again That nite, as I lay in bed, thinking about the day’s events, it struck me that I had dreamed that whole scenario…eventually realizing it had been over two years earlier, I dissected its meaning and this is my interpretation: Blood dripping from the building meant someone (Kennedy) was to die or (to be) murdered. The engine backfiring were rifle shots…but the car crash was mine all the way. I had seen the future and it was scary, I had no way of knowing that at the time of the dream! The closing statement of my High School Speech Cl*** speech came roaring back: “Beware, your dreams may come true.” I was now convinced that statement rang truth. Several months after, I realized the happy-go-lucky feel-good nineteen-fifties were over…gone forever…gone with the ******ination of a US President…never to return and I believe it forever changed the way the US government operates, even today, secrets are kept from the general populace at an alarming rate. Ethics, honesty, responsibility, morality and truth died that day and conspiracy and complicity reared its ugly head. To this day I continue to have dreams like that...and often I dream about crashing my car, or it getting stolen...must just be part of being a car guy... R-
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