Krista's Dream Journal

Dream - Lucid - AP

The only thing I remember from this dream is looking at the dream journals page here on DV and seeing that I had 122 DJ entries.

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I was at my house, and my car got stolen by Dr. T, a customer who comes into the coffee shop in waking life (he's a professor in his 40's who is constantly cheating on his wife with his students). He was with someone, I think it was his dog. The dog was in the passenger's side seat.

Anyway, I was pissed off. I knew it was him who stole it because my car had two antennas and two sun roofs (my car has neither in waking life). He had done something to it to make it like that. I remember seeing him drive it away a few times in the dream.

I was then in a restaurant, Cracker Barrel I think, and I saw a group of guys that are about my age. I started yelling at them about the car. Then, I saw Dr. T. He was at a bar in the restaurant. I demanded my car back from him. He told me to sit with him at the bar. I was thinking that was a little iffy, knowing his history with women my age, but I did it anyway. I sat down on the barstool next to him. He ordered a drink, and I got one too. I just sipped on mine very slowly, so I wouldn't get drunk and my inhibitions wouldn't fly out the window. It was clear and tasted like very weak vodka. He started to tell me how pretty he thought I was, and how he would think about me in my underwear and that he had seen me change clothes. Apparently, he lived either very close to me or in my parents house in the dream. I pictured him watching me change through my window. Ew. After he said all that, I responded
"That's...interesting."
I turned away and I knew I was blushing. I knew I had to be careful with my responses and reactions so as not to make him think I was interested. Strangely enough, I wasn't angry with him anymore. I was calmly listening to him talk, even though it made me uncomfortable. I felt like he was being genuine and nice.

Dr. T finished his drink, and I dumped the rest of mine (I had barely had any) into his cup and said
"Well, I hope you were finished with that." The bartender cleaned up after us.

We then got in my car. He was driving. I think he was taking me back to my house.