Pop's Dream Journal

Sept. 2, 2011

I'm driving through a small town. I'm not sure where but the roads are hilly. I'm following behind a black pickup truck with one of those big bumper guards on the front of it. I remember trying to pass it; at first I'm not able to, but then an opportunity presents itself and I pass it. When I look back in my rearview mirror, there's a grey vehicle between us. A few minutes later, as I'm going up a hill, I look in my rearview mirror again. I notice that the grey vehicle is gone and think, "It must have turned somewhere." Then I notice that the black truck is still back there and as it's moving forward it is also hopping up and down like a rabbit, which I find strange.

After waking up from this dream and jotting down a few notes about it, I tried using the WILD method while going back to sleep. But I didn't return to the same dream. Instead I had a different one:

My youngest daughter and I are at a small house or apartment on the waterfront that I seem to know belongs to a friend. I'm telling my daughter that there's a storm coming and that we need to prepare for it. I go outside, scan the sky and see dark clouds over a city in the distance. I then look at a motorhome that's parked on the street. There'a big ladder attached to the side of it and I remember thinking, "This ladder will have to come off. Otherwise we won't be able to drive the motorhome because the ladder will stick out into the next lane. So I proceed to remove two pins that attach the top of the ladder to the motorhome. As I'm doing this, I notice a line of heavy rain approaching fast from across the water. I abandon what I'm doing and run to try to get indoors before the rain reaches me. But for some reason, I can't find the door. It's like the place has disappeared.