Coen's Dreams

I was only able to recall one dream (of large fragment of the dream) from tonight. Although what I can remember was moer detailed and seemed to last longer than the dream fragments from my previous entry so I assume that this is progress all in all.

In my dream I was driving my parents' car through the Dutch town of Eelde. All in all the town seemed normal and the details I saw were correct. It was a nice and sunny day and my mom and me who were sitting in the car were conversing about something, it was not a negative subject although I am unable to recall what it was that we talked about. We were headed to my cousin who lives in Eelde. But because we were talking I took a wrong turn and the dream scene changed.

We were no longer driving in Eelde but were in the countryside. This was unlike any place I had ever been but the scene itself was not abnormal. I was driving a long road with grass on both sides of it and was headed for a farm which the road ran past. The farm was surrounded by tall trees and pretty much the only thing that was visible was its brown roof. In front of the farm was a dog, which looked like a Border Collie mix of some kind, it was black and white, small and had the ears of a Border Collie.

The dog barked at us and ran around the car, intending to follow it, which made me worry that I would in fact run the dog over. We (my mom and me) tried sending it away by making the noises Cesar Milan makes in the Dog Whisperer (a 'tshhh' kind of sound), but it did not work. The dog kept tailing us as I continued to drive past the countryside which now had farmland on its side as well. There was nothing abnormal in the environment other than the fact that I had never been there and that no such place exists close to Eelde.

Part of my brain may have even tried to tell me that by making me relive the moment where I took the wrong turn (in my dream I had never actually drove the car to make the turn while being aware of it) and making me wonder if this would indeed lead me to where we were now, seeing this did not entirely seem like Eelde to me. Despite that effort, however, I accepted the dream for reality, maybe partly because the dog was there again and was now in front of the car, making me stop.

Once stopped I got out of the car and walked over to the dog, intending to pet him. The dog was now a black Labrador looking like Maran (our own Labrador who passed away last summer). He came towards me and was happy with my attention. I showed him my hands which he carefully licked because there being cuts. I have the distinct feeling those were there because of something that happened in another dream, but I cannot remember what exactly. They were cuts like those of a cat. As I allowed him to lick me and petted him I woke up, ending the dream.