Kholdstare

I was sitting in the back seat of my car, wearing an excessive amount of clothing. At the time, I only knew that I was wearing a heavy black overcoat/trench coat and that I felt very heavy due to all the clothes I was wearing that I couldn't see. I was discussing coats with someone in the front seat. He mentioned something about my coat, and I said something else I cannot remember. At this point, I took off the heavy black overcoat, revealing a very pleasant (and much lighter) beige coat that I called an "undercoat" although it was just as long as the overcoat. The person in the front (I never noticed what they looked like) commented that I looked pretty nice with the undercoat, so I double checked in the mirror.

For whatever reason, I looked (and, as soon as I looked at myself, felt) fantastic; the coat was clean and pure without any lint on it. There were two brown ornate buttons on the coat holding it closed and a piece of brown cloth was used as a belt. In addition, I was wearing a very nice fedora of the same color with a large feather stuck in it (though the brim was absurdly large to the point that it resembled a sombrero slightly). My hair was very very long and was golden, contrasting with my brown hair that looks shorter than it really is. I appeared to be two or three years older than I actually am as well. Some people may have thought I looked somewhat girly, but I thought I looked great.

Some time later, I checked in the mirror again. This time, all I noticed was the face of an old man; my view zoomed in on him, and he looked rather unpleasant; wrinkled and chewing on something. At the same time, he bore an uncanny resemblance to me. I realized that this couldn't be me since I was much younger, and upon realizing this I said aloud "Hey, that old man is in the car in front of me, my reflection is in the corner!" (Side note: The mirror was pointed away from the car in front of me, yet the old man appeared in the mirror anyway.) I saw my own face in the corner of the mirror, looking like a normal (though somewhat younger) me.

The rest of the dream is fuzzy, though I remember the car was driving around my regional high school (not the one I actually go to however) and there were lots of people selling things in small stands outside. I remember having a nice brassy ornate ring in the same style of the buttons of the "undercoat" but after a while I realized it was just junky plastic.



I suppose that the golden-haired coat-clad me is a representation of what I want to become (or will become, though probably sans the hair) in the future: a bright person who is fairly wealthy and intelligent. The ugly old man probably represents an alternate future person who is who I will become if I don't play my cards right; after all, I dismiss the possibility of me going down the wrong road as unlikely, which may be why I said in the dream that the old man couldn't possibly be me. The small younger me in the corner of the mirror probably represents the current me, as I had been acting more immature than usual in the past week. I have no idea who the man driving the car is (though, since I did see my dead father in the dream a couple of times, it may be him) and I don't know why we were discussing coats (besides the fact that I like long coats).