CanisLucidus

Color legend: Non-dream Dream Lucid

Lucid #236: Chrome

I'm standing outside in a grassy field. I'm in front of a car that looks like a blue 50s Chevrolet. I'm marvelling at the chrome bumpers when I realize that I'm dreaming.



I take in the details of the Chevy for a moment. It's a beautiful car and looks either completely new or freshly restored. I rest my hand on the hood and to my surprise it crumples like paper, leaving a large indentation.

I rub my hand on top of the indentation, trying to bend it back into place. This works, but it sends ripples of motion throughout the car's hood. The car starts to move, and I step back as it rears up onto its tires as if they were hind legs! Now the car's standing over me. The front grille and headlights stare down at me like a face. The chrome bumper is turned up in a half-smile.

"What are you?" I ask. No answer, so I continue: "What do you represent?"

The Chevy moves its lips as if to speak, but no words come out.

"Are you Dad?" More movement from the bumper, but no more words before the dream ends.