In the first dream, i’m at work... I can’t remember any of my passwords so i can’t get into the network. I don’t understand why i can’t remember and i’m not sure what to do. Somebody tells me to go home because i’m sick. Now i’m in a cul-de-sac of a subdivision trying to get from my car to a house. As i’m walking i realize i AM sick. I’m trying not to stagger and decide to take my shoes off. They’re big clunky heeled black shoes. I managed to push one off but the other one won’t budge. There are some people arriving in a car at another house on the cul-de-sac and i’m trying not to appear sick but as i struggle with the other shoe i can’t keep myself from passing out. I’m lying on the road, it’s raining. It feels good, lying on the warm tarmac and the cool rain on my face. I manage to sit up and finally get the other shoe off (other shoe to drop?). I walk to the front door of my intended destination – a sort of colonial looking house. It has white pillars on either side of a fairly deep porch leading to a white door with bright gold-colored brass fixtures. I enter the door and my parents are inside. This is their house. I tell them that i have the flu and need to lay down somewhere. The dream begins to morph into another one but before i leave this one it occurs to me that i probably couldn’t remember my passwords because i’m sick.
Now i’m trying to drive a car that has a clutch. The way the shifter works i have to have my thumb through a ring on a kind of trigger. It seems like it would be easy to work but i’m having trouble working it. I manage to get the car parked but it’s on the line. I get out and ?? (a man, can’t remember who it was but i think i knew him in the dream) picks up the car (it’s a tiny car like a metro or a mini) and puts it in the center of the next parking spot. I laugh because i think it’s funny that he can pick up the car so easily. We walk into a large red-brick governmental looking building. A court house maybe. I notice that the entrance and door to this building is like my parents house in the other dream. I don’t remember this part of the dream but i remember leaving the building with the man and we get back in the little car. I’m driving again but explain i don’t really know how to drive a stick shift. The man says he’ll help me through it and that’s all i remember of this dream.
The dream morphs and i’m sitting in an auditorium. It’s got low bench seats on three of the four walls and the screen in on the other wall. There are a few people scattered on the seats to my right and left but i’m the only one sitting on the side directly across from the screen. The movie comes on and i’m trying to pay attention to it but the other people are talking. The movie is full of olds cars and fedoras. To Kill A Mockingbird? Then it’s (i guess) intermission and i leave to make myself a sandwich. Another dream or later in the same one, i can’t remember the context, i’m making a sandwich for myself. A guy keeps calling me on my cell phone. Some Indian or Middle-eastern looking guy. He asks me if we can leave in five minutes. I tell him we can and go back to making my sandwich. I’m making it on a kind of edible cellophane material that i’ll be able to place into the bread but i need to hurry if i’m going to make it and eat it and be ready to leave in five minutes. I finish making my sandwich and realize that the pickle i put in it is as big as a burger – a GIANT pickle. I take a bite out of it and i like it. The guy is getting antsy waiting for me and i’m kind of annoyed that he’s rushing me because i’m not the one that needs to leave in five minutes but i’m doing him a favor by giving him a ride.
Dreaming about sex and cars.Typical.
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