Blue_Opossum

Morning of February 14, 1965. Sunday.



This was a very long early childhood dream with “resets” - and it also recurred later, though the main longer-lasting and more vivid and emotional one was on that cold Sunday in Chipmunk Coulee. I had been able to determine the exact model of the car as I grew older. It was a red 1922 Phaeton in the dream. Although I had at times associated it with a Ford, the actual proper term is apparently “1922 Lincoln Phaeton”. In this early childhood dream, one of the most vivid of this time period, my father somehow “was” the car. The car becomes involved in an accident somehow (or goes off the road) which I do not actually see occur (but does not really show more obvious damage in-dream) and is apparently red because that is the color of the blood that was from my father which supposedly “painted” the car - being a melancholy perspective rather than more macabre. Interestingly, there were no other cars in the dreams, so one assumption, in having a clear understanding in-dream that the car “was” my father, I thought maybe the car had just stopped working rather than being in an implied accident - and there was also something regarding the thickness (or “wearing down” by the environment) of the car body’s coat of paint. I see it parked in the middle of an old back road in the coulee region at different points near mostly dense forests. My father did not have any health problems at this time. Actual health problems were not more apparent until 1969 and into the 1970s when we once again lived in Florida. Because we had moved between Wisconsin and Florida a couple of times, there was also a problem at one point with my father’s blood circulation and blood thickness relative to climate adjustment later on.

My father actually died on February fourteenth of 1979 (from blood clots) - Valentine’s Day (and I have had dreams on other Valentine’s Days involving parental loss and such), but that is not the main unusual aspect of this. After his death, when I lived on King Street (on my own for the first time) I was given a couple special edition car magazines discarded from a local book store on the south-side of La Crosse. Interestingly, there was a larger fold-out in the middle of one - of the “same” red 1922 Phaeton. I had it on my wall for several years, which sort of created an unusual “retroactive” mood and “continuity” at the same time, regarding the dream. It really made an impact on the nature of my life and personal path, almost like giving me more “grounding”.

That is not all of course. I also consider this a type of “artifact” event, which happened with a couple other patterns (including a light green pendulum-shaped wall clock), and with another one (relative to the mole cricket/lobster “hybrid symbolism” seemingly coming out more or on the horizon so to speak). The 1922 red Phaeton appeared in other dreams in my youth (even before I had the poster). It became the in-dream “car of choice” in some dreams involving the “other” (a female classmate that seemed “in competition” on the spiritual plane with my wife-to-be, before I knew the mystery girl was actually a real person).

Although the majority of my dreams were precognitive in highly precise ways, often in ridiculous, impersonal, and trivial ways (such as dreaming detailed Harvey comic book plots just prior to seeing and reading them in real life, as well as new television commercials), I consider this dream element more of a personal and paranormal nature because of the lifelong time period involved and because of the several layers. Another layer was that a slightly similar reddish antique car appeared in the movie “Fear No Evil” from 1969 and it went off the road, crashing - which actually strangely tied into my dream themes regarding the “mystery girl” and the “other”.

Most mainstream people or westerners would likely find it amusing how I believe certain movies (certainly not all - it depends on the person regarding their associations) have such a strong influence on dreams and even the nature of precognition and self-fulfilling prophecy, almost like a cycle of liminal associations “feeding off each other” - after all, imagery is an extraordinarily powerful force regardless of the source (and of course I remain perplexed at why so many people dream about zombies when this aspect is completely lacking from my dream life and always has been other than one or two comedic ones in my lifetime regarding the old-school aspect of so-called zombies). I have seen amazing examples of self-fulfilling prophecy in movie associations, often absentminded reenactments by other people, sometimes somewhat startling. People sometimes dismiss the paranormal nature of certain types of dreams because they claim people seek and find patterns where there is no actual connection, which is ridiculous because of the very nature of fractals in all things, something humanity seems to only be learning about now (but which I knew of as a young child). I do not look for patterns; patterns find me.

Although other types of cars have featured in my dreams later on, including the red 1958 Plymouth Fury (“Christine”), none have held such a dominating place and seeming importance as the red 1922 Phaeton. This was solely a “dream car”. I never had close contact with one in real life.