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    1. Dream about my mother refusing to get rid of my father's stuff

      by , 09-13-2020 at 04:28 PM
      I had a dream last night that seemed to be set in the current time. When the dream started, my sister and I were in my mom’s house and were taking stuff that had belong to my father that my mom had been hanging onto out of the house and loading it into the back of a pick-up truck that had been rented from U-Haul. We were working on cleaning-out closets that in current waking life are still full of stuff that belonged to him as well as going through dressers and pulling out clothes that could be donated to charity. My mom was in the house while we were taking stuff out of the truck, but wasn’t helping us with taking things out to the truck and sometimes would intercept me or my sister and question why we were getting rid of things rather than keeping them at her house. We kept trying to explain to her that it would be best to donate whatever we were carrying out at the time so that someone in need could use them rather than having them collect dust in the house. Most of them time, we were able to convince mom it was for the best to put the stuff in the truck to be donated rather than to hang onto it, but there was some stuff that mom was adamant that we hang onto.

      Eventually, me and my sister had the bed of the truck loaded as full as it could be and were ready to take the load to a local charity to donate it. When we told mom that the truck was full of stuff, she told us to go ahead and get in the truck and that she would be out in a few minutes.

      My sister and I then walked out of mom’s house to the new pick-up truck that had the U-Haul logo on it. When we got to the passenger side door, I opened it up and then stood off to the side so my sister could get in first. She didn’t take the hint and stood by the back of the truck. When I pointed to the bench seat, she told me it was her day to choose her seat and she wanted the window so I needed to sit in the middle. I get in the truck and put the grey lap and shoulder belt on and then my sister gets and buckled-up after closing her door.

      Me and my sister then spend a long time in the cab of the truck waiting for mom to come out and drive us to take the stuff to donate. While we are waiting, my sister starts talking about our father and then starts trying to get me to share my feelings and talk about how I am doing dealing with things. I really do not want to talk about this as it is still too soon. As she keeps talking about this, her breath keeps getting worse and worse and is really overpowering and unpleasant to smell. I keep trying to change the subject, but she is fixated on talking about this so I am stuck listening to her talk about this and having to smell her breath. I stop responding to her, but she keep trying to get me to share my feelings and I keep having to smell her breath.

      Eventually, we see mom walking out of the house and towards the truck. Rather than going to the driver side and getting I, she makes a beeline to the bed of the truck and starts going through the stuff that my sister and I have loaded in the bed while we sit in the cab and wait for her to get in. I see her take a handful of stuff from the bed of the truck back into the house. She does this several more times. Since the truck has electric windows, my sister and I cannot roll them down to try to stop mom and are stuck watching her take stuff we had loaded into the truck back into the house. While mom is doing this, my sister stops fixating on getting me to share my feelings on our fathers passing and we start taking about how frustrated we both are that it is so difficult getting mom to let go of anything. As we keep talking, my sisters breath no-longer smells really bad and I am able to have a conversation with her without even noticing it. The wait also doesn’t seem as bad as it did earlier in the dream since we are talking though things I find important.

      While we are still talking, my sister elbows me and tells me mom is locking up the house and about to get into the truck and we need to stop talking about her. I then turn my head and see mom walking towards the cab of the truck and then unlocking and opening the driver side door. She then sits down in the driver seat on my left side and then closes her door.

      While mom is working on getting the mirror’s adjusted, she accuses my sister and I of trying to get rid of some of our father’s stuff without asking her permission. As she keeps complaining to use, I notice her breath is even worse than my sisters was earlier in the dream. Mom keeps voicing her displeasure to use for several more minutes after she has the mirrors adjusted.

      Eventually, she is done with her lecture and turns the key to start the truck. The battery sounds really weak and after a few cranks is completely dead. We all 3 get out of the truck and then mom decides this is some kind of sign that she is not supposed to get rid of dad’s stuff and tells my sister and I to take everything back into the house and put it where we found it. Both me and my sister have a really defeated feeling know that all of our work to go through our father’s stuff and get it donated to those who could use it was all for nothing and we now have to waste our time putting everything back in the house. I woke up from this dream while me and my sister were trying to talk mom into letting us donate some of the stuff that none of us would ever need and mom being insistent that we put it back where we found it.

      I think this dream was definitely related to some real life frustration I am feeling with my mother hording all of my fathers stuff and refusing to deal with donating it to those who could really use it, especially in the current time when there are so many people in need.
    2. Continuation of the Music Festival dream from night before last

      by , 08-27-2020 at 04:23 AM
      I had a couple different dream fragments last night that were a continuation of the dream I had the night before where I was volunteering at the music festival with Kim and Tiffany.

      The first dream started with me and Tiffany loading sandbags into the back of the old white half ton truck while Kim was pacing around talking on her phone. As we continued to grab sandbags and load them in the back of the truck, Kim got off a phone call and made a beeline to the back of the truck. She took a look and told us that we had loaded too many and needed to take about 20 back to the warehouse.

      I tried to explain to Kim that I didn’t see anything wrong with having some extras incase we needed them, but she was adamant that she didn’t want to have to deal with unloading anymore than were necessary when they brought them back after the festival.

      Me and Tiffany took 5 trips bringing sandbags from the truck back to the warehouse while Kim watched. After we were had taken the 20 extra sand bags back, Kim decided we were short 12. While we were bringing them back out to the truck to the warehouse, Kim got another call but paced around near the truck. When she felt like we had the right number in the truck, she told us we were good and to get back in the truck.

      When we got back to the passenger side of the truck, I opened the passenger side door an stepped back and pointed to the brown vinyl bench seat. Tiffany blushed and worked up the courage to meekly ask me if I minded sitting in the middle again. I climb in and scoot over to the middle seat where I am straddling the stick shift. Tiffany then gets into the passenger seat and them immediately rolls up the window after closing her door. She then leans in closer to me and blushes again as she thanks me and tells me that she if kind of freaked-out by Kim. She explains that she rolled-up her window because she didn’t want Kim to hear us if we were talking about her.

      As Kim continues to pace around the parking lot while talking on her phone, Tiffany asks me if I have ever worked with Kim before. When I tell her no, she starts asking about other events I volunteer at and I tell her all about the Fall Street Festival. She asks some questions about it and says she will try to get some friends to come an help volunteer there with her next year.

      While I am telling Tiffany more about the festival and other volunteer opportunities she should consider, I hear her groan and then see Kim if off her phone and walking towards the driver side door. She climbs in and sits down in the empty driver seat to my left. Thankfully this is a really big old truck that could probably hold another person or two in the cab so I have plenty of room even though Kim is a large woman and Tiffany could stand to lose 5-10 pounds. Kim is telling us everyone want to talk with her as she puts the truck key in the ignition. Before she turns it, I hear her say damnit and then tell us she forget to close the warehouse. She takes the keys out of the ignition and goes to lock it up.

      Me and Tiffany just look at each other and shake our heads after Kim gets back out. We both cannot believe we got coaxed into working with this crazy lady. While we are waiting for Kim to get back in, I hear my phone ding and check it to see a text from my girlfriend asking “R U OK”. I text her back to let her know that I have gone with a crazy lady to get sandbags and hope to be back in time to stop by to check on her before I start my shift checking id’s.

      Tiffany then asks who I am texting and I tell her it’s my girlfriend who is also volunteering. She rolls her eyes and says “oh” as she moves closer towards the window away from me. I ask her is she has is dating anyone. She blushes again and twists her dark blonde hair for several seconds. She then starts to get a little emotional and tells me that her boyfriend broke-up with her a few weeks ago. She tells me she though he was the one and has been taking it really hard. She said that she thought volunteering today would be a good way to meet new people and get her mind off of this. I tell her I am sorry to hear she is going though this and I know she will find the right one when the time is right.

      Things are starting to get a little awkward with Tiffany now that she knows I have a girlfriend and that she has told me she just went through a break-up. I turn my head away from her and see Kim getting off a phone call and then walking toward the truck. When Tiffany sees her, she shakes her head and says “here comes crazy”.

      Kim opens the driver side door again and climbs back into the drivers seat. As she is putting the key back in the ignition, she tells me and Tiffany that we are going to need to make a detour. That she just got a call and we need to go to the airport to pick ups some trunks that just got in for a band playing later today. As she says this, I have a bad feeling that it could be a scary ride to the airport since we will be going on the interstate and Kim was scary driving on city roads.

      I turn to look at Tiffany, and she is rolling her eyes and shaking her head. We communicate non-verbally though facial expressions while Kim gets ready to start the truck and we let each other know we are terrified about riding to the airport with Kim. I am tying out a not on my phone to show Tiffany asking if we should try to get Kim to take us back to the festival when I hear Kim shout “damnit” and then “why in the hell won’t this stupid truck start”. Both me and Tiffany and I turn to see Kim pumping the accelerator and turning the key and getting nothing but a buzzing sound. As both of us are watching Kim get frustrated and pound the dash and shout “damnit” each time the truck doesn’t start, I remember one time I had the same problem at the Fall Festival because the truck was out of gear. I after another failed crank, I ask Kim if she has the truck in neutral. She looks at the stick shift between my legs and then shakes her head in disbelief. She then puts it in neutral and the truck starts right up.

      As Kim is pulling out of the parking lot, Tiffany elbows me in the ribs. When I turn to look at her, she is shaking her head and giving me a why did you just do that look. I wanted to tell her because I didn’t know how much longer I could deal with Kim shouting damnit in my ear. Tiffany just shook her head and rolled her eyes. When I turned away from Tiffany, I saw we were at a light getting ready to turn onto the interstate.

      Things got really scary quickly. First Kim started yelling and screaming because an 18 wheeler did not move over a lane to give her more room to merge in. Once she got onto the interstate, she had terrible road rage and merged to the left as soon as she could to try to pass the truck. She did not have a prayer at getting the old truck up to enough speed to pass that truck, but stayed in the left lane for what seemed like forever when cars were passing us from the right side. She was honking and screaming at them. While still in the left lane going less than 55mph, her phone rang and she grabbed it to take the call. She almost hit the concrete barrier in the middle and then overcorrected and almost hit an 18 wheeler passing us on our right. I woke up from this dream in a panic as she overcorrected again and was heading strait for the barrier in the median.


      The second dream I had was much shorter and ended early because my alarm went off. When this dream started, I was still in the middle seat of the truck with Kim to my left driving and Tiffany to my right in the passenger seat. We were off of the interstate and waiting at a traffic light near the airport.

      As we got closer to the air cargo pick-up area, I noticed Kim was in the wrong lane and suggested she move over to the right lane. She told me she had been here many times and knew where she was going. When we go to the air-cargo sign, there was a car in the right lane blocking us from making the turn. Kim blared on her horn and started screaming and getting spit on me. She was not able to turn in, so we had to make a loop around the airport and then try again.

      When Kim got to the parking lot of the air cargo building, she parked the truck in a parking spot and cut it off. She told me and Tiffany to sit tight when I asked if she needed us to help load the truck. She then left us to go into the air cargo building.

      Now that Kim was out of the truck, me and Tiffany were taking about how crazy the ride to the airport was and how bad of a driver Kim was. Tiffany moved closer to me and put her arm around me and said she had to hug me since we survived the ride with Kim to the airport. She said she had never been so scared riding with someone.

      As Tiffany continued invade my space and talk about the ride we had just been on, I heard my phone ding again and saw it was a text from my girlfriend asking “Where R U”. I replied that I was at the airport waiting in the truck for crazy lady. She texted me back “WTF”. When Tiffany saw me texting she meekly asked if it was my girlfriend again. When I told her yes, she leaned into me and said she would like to meet her and asked if I would take her by to meet her when we got back. I heard my phone ding again while Tiffany was talking and saw a text asking “Anyone else with you all”.

      As Tiffany continued to talk about wanting to meet my girlfriend and talking about the ride we had just been on, I was trying to think of the best way to tell her that a college student was waiting in the truck with me. I knew that if I told my girlfriend I was with Tiffany I should definitely bring her by to meet her so she could see that while Tiffany was kind of cute she wasn’t my type and not a threat.

      As I was picking-up my phone to text her that I was with a college student that I would bring by to meet her, my phone started vibrating a making a buzzing sound. I looked at caller id and saw it was her calling. As Tiffany was asking if it was my girlfriend calling me, I woke-up from the dream to discover the buzzing sound my phone was making was actually my alarm clock waking me up for the day.
    3. Dream about volunteering at a music festival with a crazy lady and young woman

      by , 08-26-2020 at 03:03 AM
      I had a dream last night that I was volunteering at a downtown festival in the city where I live. Unlike the dreams I had the night before, this was not the fall festival that I help to put on. I think this was some type of music festival. I know I was just a volunteer doing what I was asked to do rather than helping to run the event like I do for the fall festival. This dream took place in a time where we were not dealing with COVID and things like masking and social distancing. The time this dream was set in seemed more normal.

      When the dream started, me and my girlfriend were checking in at volunteer registration. We each got a yellow shirt that we changed into and a drawstring bag with some other goodies. My girlfriend had signed-up to help in the Kid Zone and not long after we had registered, some came to her and offered to give her a ride to the Kid Zone in her golf cart. I told her I would try to stop by and check on her when I had a break later on. She picked up her phone and pointed to it with her other hand which I knew meant for me to stay in touch by texting her periodically.

      As my girlfriend was being driven away, the girl that had checked us in came up to me and asked if I would be willing to help with getting some sand bags. When I hesitated, she told me they were not that heavy and they just needed someone to ride over to a warehouse and help load them on the truck. When I told her that was fine, she pointed to an old While GMC Half Ton truck parked nearby and told me to go on out to it and that Kim would be there soon and would drive it and tell me what I needed to do. She said when I got back and got the sandbags unloaded to see her at they would probably be ready to have my start checking ID’s then.

      I thanked her and then walked towards the truck. It was the same truck that I had in my last dream the night before. An old truck the city owns and loans every year during the fall festival. I have both driven and ridden in it may times. When I got to the truck and opened the passenger side door, the interior was just like the truck that they loan us for the fall festival. It had a well worn brown vinyl bench seat and dash with brown carpet on the floor with a stick shift in the middle.

      I went ahead and got in the passenger seat of the truck and closed the door. Since it was a nice day, I immediately rolled down my window to let some fresh air into the cab. I started looking around to see if I could figure out who Kim was and wondered how much longer until he would get here and we could go to get the sandbags.

      After a few minutes, a chucky girl with shoulder length dark blonde hair wearing a yellow volunteer shirt showed-up at the window and asked me if I was Kim. I told her I was not but was waiting for him. She asked if I was helping with getting sandbags and when I said yes, she said she had been asked to help too. She then opened the passenger side door and kind of blushed and said she kind of hated to ask, but would I be willing to scoot over. I went ahead and moved on over to the middle and let her have the window since I figured since she may not feel comfortable riding between two older men she didn’t know.

      While we waiting in the truck for Kim, the girl and I talked. She told me her name was Tiffany and she was 21 and wrapping up her junior year of college. Like me, she had never volunteered at this event before, but needed some community service hours and though this would be a good way to earn some while also getting to enjoy some music.

      While Tiffany and I continued to carry on a conversation while we waited in the truck for Kim, a big lady with shoulder length bleached blond hair and a blue shirt who I had kept seeing walking around with a clipboard approached the passenger side window to talk to Tiffany and I. She asked us if we were the ones helping with sandbags and we both said yes. She told us she was Kim and thanked us for helping her. She told us she had a few more things she had to get sorted out and then she would be ready to drive us to get the sandbags. I asked her if there was anything I could help her with and she said for us to just both sit tight so we would be ready to go as soon as she got done.

      As Kim walked away, both Tiffany and I were looking at each other with a WTF type of look. We had both expected Kim to be a fit man, not an out of shape looking lady in her late 40’s or early 50’s. We both thought she seemed a little scatterbrained and we both commented to each other about it was we saw her walking around like a headless chicken.

      After seeing Kim walk around and talk to different people for a while longer, I saw her coming towards us with some bottled water and granola bars. She reached through the window and handed them to me and Tiffany and then told us she needed to get the truck keys and would be right back out.

      While I was sipping on the bottle of water, I saw Kim walking in front of the truck and then opening the driver side door and sitting down on my other side. The truck cab was big enough that I had plenty of room and personal space even though Kim was big and Tiffany was a few pounds over wight. After spending a minute or two playing with the key, the accelerator, and the stick shift between my legs Kim and the old truck running and we were on our way to the warehouse.

      One the drive to the warehouse, Kim would start a conversation with me and Tiffany and then her phone would ring and she would take the call. It was kind of scary riding in the truck because Kim would get distracted while on the phone and would start drifting into other lanes. A few times, other vehicles had to honk at her to get her attention. I was glad when we finally got there.

      Once Kim had to truck backed up to the loading dock, we all got out and then Kim fished for some keys and opened a bay door to the storage bay where all of the sandbags were. At first, she helped me and Tiffany move them to the truck, but then her phone rang and she walked away to take the call while me and Tiffany moved most of the sandbags to the truck without her help.

      Eventually, Kim walked over to us and told us we had loaded enough sandbags and for us to get back to the truck. When we got to the passenger side door, I opened it up and stood aside hoping Tiffany would get the hint and ride in the middle going back. Her face blushed again and she asked if I minded.

      I go ahead and get in the middle and give Tiffany the window seat away from Kim. After she is in and closes her door, she blushes again and says thank you to me. I can see Kim is still pacing around in the parking lot talking on her phone. Tiffany and I are both looking at each other in disbelief of how disorganized and scatterbrained Kim is. We both dread the drive back knowing it could get dicey if she is taking on her phone again.

      Eventually, Kim stops talking on her phone and closes up the warehouse and then comes back to the truck. After she has climbed into the driver seat, her phone starts ringing again and she looks at it and then asks us to excuse her as she get out of the truck to take the call and pace around the parking lot. Tiffany and I both just look at each other in disbelief when she does this to us.

      Eventually, Kim gets off the phone and back in the truck. As she is putting the key in the ignition, she tells us we need to run out to the airport so she can pick some things up. As she turns the key to start-up the truck, I am dreading the thought of having to ride on the interstate with Kim driving that truck. I look over at Tiffany and she has the same look of fear on her face.

      When I look back over at Kim, I notice she is having trouble getting the truck starting. Nothing is happening when she turns the key and pumps the accelerator. The only noise that is happening is an annoying buzzing sound. After a little longer of watching Kim try to get the truck started, I am woken-up from the dream by the buzzing of my alarm clock which I expect was causing the buzzing sound in the dream.
    4. 3 odd dreams volunteering at a festival with a socially awkward teen girl

      by , 08-25-2020 at 04:34 AM
      I had a series of three really strange dreams last night where I volunteering at my city’s fall street festival where I have been in charge of the beer tents the past few years, and was dealing with a really socially awkward and annoying teenage girl who wanted to volunteer with me. I did not know the girl or her parents in my waking life, but they all looked like an odd family that was sitting a table away from me and my girlfriend when we went out to dinner on Friday. The dream takes place in a time where COVID is a not problem. In real life, we made the difficult decision to cancel this years festival last week and I spent a lot of time this weekend e-mailing all of our vendors to let them know the festival isn’t happening.

      When the first dream started, I was walking into the downtown hotel where we have our headquarters for the festival every year. I walk through the revolving door into the lobby and saw one of my friends who handles volunteer manpower talking to a couple and their teenage daughter who was in a volunteer shirt. I could see her pointing towards me and then quickly walked towards me followed by the couple and their daughter. When she got to me, she introduced me to the couple and their daughter Jenny. The couple told me they go to church with one of my co-workers. I had remembered my co-worker had told me to be on the lookout for a girl from her church who was planning on volunteering at the festival and relayed that to them and thanked her for volunteering. While they were telling me how much they like my co-worker, my friend walked away to go back to her post in the lobby.

      As I continued to talk with them, I got a pretty strong feeling that something was off with Jenny. She was awkwardly tall and thin and had really long dark blonde hair that was pulled into a pony tail and tried to hide behind her parents while they talked to me. She really didn’t say much, while her parents did all of the talking and told me this was her first time volunteering and they were so glad they found me and were glad I could keep an eye on her. I asked if they were volunteering too and they told me they had other plans and only Jenny was volunteering today. They thanked me again and told Jenny to find me if she needed any help and then both shook my hand before turning and walking out the door.

      With her parents gone, Jenny suddenly started to open-up although it was painful trying to talk with her. She kept wanting to talk about my co-worked and asked me all sorts of questions about her. It was like she was stuck in a loop and that was all she knew to talk about. I tried to change the subject by asking where she wanted to help today so I could take her to the right person, and she said she wanted to help me which I knew wasn’t a good idea since I was running beer sales and she was a minor.

      I walked towards the ballroom to get a cup of coffee and to try to find someone to hand Jenny off to and she was right on my heels the entire time. Whenever I would talk to someone, I would feel her standing behind me and breathing on my neck. I tried to find someone who could use her help, but everyone seemed to have plenty of help.

      Eventually I told Jenny I had to go get my golf cart out of the garage and make my rounds. I suggested she get something to eat or drink and meet some other volunteers and then I would check in on her later. She didn’t say anything or try to argue, but as I walked out of the ball room and towards the lobby, I felt a presence following me and turned around to see her following a few feet behind me. When I got to the parking garage and pushed the button for the elevator, I turned around and she was standing right behind me. I decided to take the high road since she and her parents were friends with my co-worker and asked if she wanted to go with me. She then had a really big smile and nodded yes.

      After a few more minutes of waiting for an elevator and repeatedly pushing the button, Jenny tapped me on the shoulder and pointed towards to door to the stairs and meekly asked if we should take the stairs instead. I told her the golf cars were on the 6th floor and she said she would be fine with that. She then opened a door and she and I walked through it.

      Instead of the normal staircase at that parking deck, there as a spiral staircase. As we got to the second floor, I saw the other staircase off to the side, but there were no way to get off. We kept climbing up the spiral staircase and when we got to the 6th floor, I could see the golf carts parked but there was no way to access the floor from the spiral staircase. I know the parking garage only had 8 levels, so we kept climbing. When we got to the 8th floor, there was nowhere to get off the staircase and when I looked-up it just kept going. I asked Jenny if she would see how many more floors until there was a way out and she said sure and seemed happy to be able to help with something.

      I waited on the 8th floor and looked-up and saw Jenny disappearing out of view. Eventually, I heard her yell down and tell me that she was at floor 25 and still hadn’t found a way off the staircase. I shouted up that we should go back down to the first floor and I started walking down as I heard her meekly say ok. When I was at the second floor, I heard her catching-up to me. When we got to the first floor, I discovered there was no way off the spiral staircase even though that is where we had entered. Jenny offered to go down a few floors to try to find a way out and I told her that would be great. I stayed on the first floor while she started descending the staircase looking for an exit. I can remember looking both up and down and the staircase went as far as I could see in either direction. I would up form this dream in a panic as Jenny was yelling up to me that she still hadn’t found a way out. Right before walking up, I remember thinking I was going to loose my balance and fall down the bottomless staircase.


      When I fell back asleep, I had my second dream. In this dream, I was driving my cargo cart checking on how set-up was going at all of the beer tents and Jenny was riding with me. She seemed to be soaking-in all of the surrounding as I drove and kept telling me how much fun she was having riding around with me. She kept asking me about what other things I volunteer with and asking if there were things she could do to help. She mentioned that her parents were now going to let her volunteer some. I was not happy that I hadn’t been able to pawn her off on someone yet and was ready for a break. She was about to drive me crazy.

      I tried to get her interested in helping somewhere else by driving by other parts of the festival set-up where I thought she may be able to help and may enjoy but she didn’t seem to have any interest helping anywhere else or getting off of my cargo cart. A few times when I stopped at a beer tent, I would tell her she had to stay in the cargo cart and then would spend some extra time talking with the volunteers hoping she would get bored. I also gave some people rides on my cart hoping she would be uncomfortable being squished between me and someone else and decide she wanted to do something else but it didn’t work. She would just try to have really awkward conversations with the other passenger which were really painful for me to have to hear.

      After a while, Jenny asked me if she could try out driving the cargo cart. I asked her how old she was and she said 16. I figured she had some experience driving in the past, so when we were in an area without a lot of traffic I told her she could try out driving the car. It was a horrible mistake. She was a terrible driver and it was terrifying riding with her. She kept driving on and off of the sidewalk, making really sharp turns where I was afraid I was going to fall-out, and going down hills way to fast.

      I asked her if she had taken drivers ed, and she told me this was the first time she had ever driven anything. She told me that her parents wouldn’t let her drive or even take drivers ed because they did not think it was necessary.

      I woke-up from this dream when she was barreling down a steep hill heading towards a retaining wall. I was yelling for her to stop and when I woke-up I was reaching over and grabbing the wheel trying to steer us away from the retaining wall so we didn’t fall down and get hurt, I woke-up in a panic thinking she was about to drive us over the wall.


      After falling back asleep, I had my 3rd and final dream about her and the festival. When this dream started, I was in the bathroom at the hotel and was enjoying some time away from Jenny. As I walked out of the bathroom and towards the ballroom to get another cup of coffee, I looked out the windows and saw her sitting all by herself in the cab of a really old half ton GMC Truck with our city’s logo on the doors. I knew that truck would be going to the city maintenance yard to get sandbags and figured she had been recruited for that and I would get a nice long break from her.

      As I was walking back to my golf cart parked out front, my friend that had first introduced me to Jenny and her parents stopped me and said thank you. I asked for what and she said that Jenny had told her that I would be happy to go to the maintenance yard to help load-up the sandbags. I tried to tell her that I was happy to let her have Jenny help with that but that I had stuff I needed to do. She then told me that Jenny really looked-up to me and didn’t think she would be comfortable if I didn’t go with her. She told me the guy from the city was running late and suggested I go ahead and wait in the truck with Jenny so we would be ready to go when he got here.

      I talked with her for a few more minutes about things I would need help with at the beer tents as I finished my cup of coffee. I then went to re-fill my cup and talked with some people as I slowly walked towards the old truck parked in front of the hotel.

      When I got in the truck, I sat down in the passenger seat next to Jenny who was in the middle straddling the stick shift. She told me she had never gotten to ride in a big truck before and was looking forward to it. As we waited for the guy from the city, she was taking in all of the surroundings of the truck cab and talking about how exciting it would be to ride in it. I couldn’t understand why a 16 year old girl was so excited about riding in a crappy of half ton tuck.

      As we continued to wait for the driver, Jenny started to warm-up more and started telling me more about herself and her family. I learned that she was an only child and has always been homeschooled by her mom; that her parents don’t let he get out much and do stuff with other teens; and that they are going to let her volunteer some now that she is 16. As she told me more about herself, I had a better understanding of why she was acting the way she was but was also not sure how much longer I could deal with her. I also knew I needed to deal with things at the beer tents and hoped the driver would get here soon.

      While we were still waiting for the driver, Jenny asked me how late I was working tonight. I told her the beer tents would have last call at 10 and then hopefully I could leave by 11. She got a really big smile on her face when I said that and then asked if she could borrow my phone to call her parents. I guess she saw I had a puzzled look on my face because she then told me her parents wouldn’t let her have her own phone. I then handed my phone to her. She quickly called her dad and told him I needed her to stay and help until 10 and asked if she could. I then heard her say that was no problem if they would be at a movie, that I could drive her home when I got done.

      I woke-up from this dream as the driver was walking towards to truck knowing that I was not going to get a break from her the rest of the day. I felt really trapped and hampered knowing that I would have to keeping an eye on her and not able to have any fun.

      Updated 08-25-2020 at 04:42 AM by 97127

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    5. Another strange dream about the Reliant set in the present

      by , 08-21-2020 at 03:46 AM
      I had another strange dream involving my mom, sister, and the Reliant last night. Like the dream the night before, this dream was a mix of past and present.

      The dream started in the baggage claim of the local airport where I live. It was late at night and my mom, sister, and me were waiting for our baggage after arriving from somewhere. I am pretty sure the dream took place in the present time as my mom and sister were both like they do now and we were all wearing face coverings along with the few other people we saw in the terminal.

      After waiting a little while longer, we started seeing our bags come over on the conveyer belt. I am not sure where we were arriving from, but I pulled a lot of stuff off of the belt. All 3 of us had large black rolling suitcases and my sister and I each had our set of golf clubs. My mom and sister each also had a tote bag an purse, and I had a laptop bag.

      Once we had everything, I got a luggage cart to help us get everything out to the car since mom said she had parked in the long term parking lot and it was a bit of a walk. I loaded everything I could onto the luggage cart and then pushed it out of the terminal following my mom and sister. As we were walking out, mom noticed a sign saying all parking tickets must be validated at the kiosk in the terminal and griped that she had left the ticket in the car and would have to go back into pay.

      We walked past the parking deck and eventually got to the long term lot where mom had parked. When we got there, I noticed granddad's old Tan Reliant at the far end facing us. As we walked towards it, I asked mom why she had driven it rather than her Tahoe and she explained she would rather leave the Reliant parked in the lot for several days exposed to the elements.

      When we got to the Reliant, mom unlocked and opened the passenger side door and then walked around to the back to unlock and open the trunk. As I walked around to the trunk, I noticed some changes to the Reliant from earlier dreams which included the back seat being clean and usable and bumper stickers on the rear bumper I had added when I drove the car in high school. It seemed like a later memory of the Reliant in this dream than the one I had in all the other dreams when I was 15.

      While I worked on trying to figure out the best way to load all of our stuff in the trunk, mom unlocked the driver side door and got the parking ticket off the dash. She expressed being relieved that it was right where she though she left it. She then grabbed her purse from the luggage cart and headed back to the terminal to pay the parking fees.

      After several tries at re-arranging things, I was finally able to get the 3 suitcases and all of our carry-on items into the trunk. I felt like I had really accomplished something as I closed the trunk until I looked down at the luggage cart and saw that our two golf bags were still on it. I then had a sinking feeling knowing the only way I could get everything to fit in the car would be to put the golf clubs in the back seat and have all 3 of us ride up front. My sister was distracted in the front seat looking at her phone and never noticed me putting the golf clubs in the back seat.

      Once I had them in, I went to return the luggage cart to the appropriate place in the lot and then slowly walked back to the Reliant. When I got back, my sister was still sitting in the passenger seat looking at her phone and was zoned-out. I opened the door and asked her to scoot over. At first it didn't register what I was asking and then she gave me a strange look and something about she thought I was riding in the back seat. Once I explained about the golf clubs, she rolled her eyes and let out a loud groan and then unbuckled her seat belt and moved over to the middle seat. This was the first time in any of the car dreams I have had where I am riding by the window in the Reliant and my sister is riding in the middle.

      While we waited for mom to come out, my sister was griping about how stupid it was for mom to have driven the Reliant when her Tahoe would have had a lot more room for all of our luggage. I tried to sit as close to the window as possible so my sister could have her space, but there wasn't a lot of room. As I was getting ready to look at my phone, I looked through the windshield and saw mom walking through the parking lot towards us.

      When mom opened the driver side door, she told us that she had to go back to the terminal because she discovered she did not have her credit cards and remember she had put them in my sisters purse before going through security. She also asked why we were both up front and my sister snapped that the golf clubs wouldn't fit in the trunk and had to go in the back seat. Mom asked where my sisters purse was and I told her it was in the bottom of the trunk under the suitcases. Mom them closed the driver side door and walked around the the back and opened the trunk.

      While mom was still looking in the trunk, my sister unbuckled and then moved over towards the driver seat and said she needed to show mom where she had hidden the credit cards. She opened the driver side door, got out, and then closed it behind her. I was looking at my phone when I heard mom close the trunk and then saw my sister walking around the front of the car from the driver side to the passenger side. She then flung the passenger side door open and told me to scoot over to the middle. I woke-up from this dream as she was getting in the car, so I have no idea what happened after she got in. This was the first ever Reliant dream that ended before mom got back in the car and tried to start it up.

      Not sure if I am finally starting to figure out how to have control over these dreams or if I just moved out of that sleep cycle before it could go any further.
    6. Strange new dream in Reliant with my mom and sister

      by , 08-20-2020 at 03:37 AM
      I had a REALLY strange dream last night where I was riding between my mom and sister in granddad's old Reliant. This was the first time I have had any dream about this in over 5 months. What made this dream so strange was that is was set in the present time, but there were parts of the dream that incorporated memories of when I was 15.

      When the dream started, I was driving my Jaguar F Pace which is what I drive now. My girlfriend was in the front passenger seat and my mom and sister where riding in the back seat. We were definitely in the present day, because my face covering was handing from the rearview mirror and my girlfriend had hers on top of the glove box. I was driving all of us back to mom's house.

      When we were getting close to home, mom asked me to run her by the Gulf Station because she needed to pick-up the Reliant. I changed course and a few minutes later, I was pulling into the parking lot of the old Gulf Service Station where my parents used to have their cars serviced. As I turned in, I saw the Tan Reliant was backed into a parking space in the gravel lot in back facing out towards to gas pumps. Both the Reliant and the Gulf Station both looked exactly like I remembered them looking when I was a teen. When I looked in front of the station, I saw a line of people wearing face covering standing on X's 6 feet apart waiting to go in and pay. The station still had to old pumps I remember that did not give you the option of paying at the pump.

      As I pulled in, my girlfriend reminded me that she needed to run by the mall to pick-up some thing she had ordered and suggested I let her drive my SUV there and I ride home with my mom and sister. Since I really didn't want to deal with the mall, I agreed and got out and handed her my key fob. As she drove away, I walked towards the Reliant where my mom and sister were and discovered that I had left my face covering in my SUV.

      As I walked towards the Reliant, mom was pulling keys from her purse an unlocking the front passenger side door. She suggested my sister and I go ahead and get in the car while she went in to pay since the station was trying to encourage social distancing. She then opened the front passenger side door and then passed me walking toward the gas station to wait in line to pay while my sister stood beside the open door. I told her she could sit up from that I would be fine riding in the back seat.

      When I got to my sister, she rolled her eyes and pointed to the back seat telling me it was full of junk and we would all 3 have to squeeze in the front seat. I hesitated near the door waiting for my sister to get in and move over to the middle. While I was standing there waiting, my sister pointed to the tan vinyl bench seat and said "you're riding in the middle". I really did not want to have to ride in the middle, but didn't really feel like arguing with my sister and know we were only going a few miles and I would be riding between them for less than 10 minutes.

      I reluctantly leaned into the car and threw a box of tissues and umbrella that were in the middle of the front seat to the back seat and than sat down on the seat, scooted over to the middle, and buckled the tan lap belt around my waist. My sister then sat down beside me in the passenger seat, closed her door, and buckled her seatbelt.

      Not long after my sister closed her door, the car started to reek really bad. I looked through the windshield and saw that mom was still standing on and X out in the parking lot and knew there were still several people in front of her waiting to pay and that we would be waiting a while for mom.

      While we were in the car waiting, my sister kept talking non-stop. First she was talking about our dad who had passed way about a year ago and was trying to get me to share my feelings which made me really uncomfortable. As she kept on talking, I noticed her breath really reeked like it did in the earlier dreams and it was all I could to to avoid it. As my sister kept pressing me to share my feelings about dad's passing, I was finally able to change the subject by getting my sister to talk about some concerns I had about mom's wellbeing and staying safe during COVID. Because the line to pay was so long, my sister and I talked through several things while we waited for mom to get in the car. Since the conversation we were having was an important one, I was having an easier time dealing with her breath than I did when she was trying to get me to share my feelings about my dad.

      When I was talking to my sister about some of my concerns with mom, she poked my ribs with her elbow and told me mom was coming. I looked through the passenger side window and saw mom walking through the parking lot towards the Reliant. She got sidetracked for a little while when she saw a friend pulling up to a gas pump, but soon she was fumbling through her purse for the keys and then unlocking the driver side door, opening it up, and the sitting down in the empty driver seat on my left.

      Once she was seated, she put the black key in the ignition and the car made a buzzing sound until she closed her door. She then spent what seemed like forever getting all of the mirrors adjusted. As she was doing this right in front of me, I noticed that she was really starting to show some age. As she griped to me and my sister about how long the line was and how slow it moved, I got a whiff of her breath and noticed it smelled worse than my sisters did. I tried to speed things along telling my mom and sister we needed to get back to the house before my girlfriend got back from the mall since she didn't have a house key, but mom didn't get the hint and kept taking about the slow line.

      When mom was finally done adjusting the mirrors and talking about the wait to pay, she turned the black key in the ignition to start the car. The engine turned over several times but then was replaced by the annoying buzzing sound and a dash full of red lights. Mom turned the key a few more times, but each time the reliant didn't start up and I heard the buzzing sound and saw the red lights. I tried to suggest that we get someone at the Gulf Station to take a look at the car, but mom snapped at me that she could get it stated and didn't want to waste their time. She then started trying to pump on the accelerator before each crank, but the car still failed to start-up and I would hear the buzzing sound and see the red lights on the dash before mom again would try to pump on the accelerator and then turn the key. I started worrying that my girlfriend would get back to mom's house before mom could get the car started and snapped out of the dream while I was focusing more on what would happen if my girlfriend got to the house before us and less on mom trying to start the dream.

      This dream was really unusual because it was a combination of the present and the past. The dream took place in the current time with us living in the COVID world. However, the Reliant was just like it was when I was 15 and the Gulf Station looked just like I remember it looking as a teen. In real life, my parents got rid of the Reliant after I graduated high school and go a new car and the Gulf Station was torn down several years ago and replaced with a BP convenient store. I though it was really odd how this dream blended the present and the past together.
    7. A new car dream last night

      by , 03-10-2020 at 02:52 AM
      I had another car dream last night after not having any for several nights.

      When the dream started last night, I was in the car by myself buckled to the front middle seat waiting for my mom and sister to come out and get in the car. I almost immediately noticed that something smelled really bad in the car, but couldn't figure out what it was. I kept looking around trying to figure it out. I finally convinced myself that it was some of the stuff that was occupying the back seat that was causing the smell.

      When my little sister came out and sat down in the passenger seat next to me, she immediately noticed that something stunk after she closed her door and buckled her seatbelt. She kept talking about is and accusing me of tooting in the car. I kept trying to convince her that the car smelled bad as soon as I got in and that it was something it the back seat that we were smelling. She just kept accusing me of tooting in the car and kept telling me how gross it was. If there was anything that smelled worse than the car it was her breath which reeked like it always did. To try to get on my nerves while we waited for mom to come out she kept putting her head on my shoulder and her tan sandals on the glove box to show me how much more room she had than me. While we continued to wait in the car for mom, she kept alternating talking about the bad smell in the car, her having the window seat, and us waiting for mom to come out. I finally had enough of listening to her and getting whiffs of her putrid breath and turned my body to focus on the empty drivers seat, the tan steering wheel and gauges on the dash, and the back door to our house where mom was nowhere to be seen.

      After waiting in the car for what seemed like a miserable eternity, I finally hear my sister say here come mom while I was focusing on the tan vinyl driver seat. I turned and saw mom at the back door going through her purse to find her keys which seemed to take forever. She finally found then and locked the back door and then walked towards the car.

      When she got to the driver side door, she fumbled through her purse again for a while looking for the car keys and then finally found them and then opened the driver side door and sat down in the driver seat on my other side. While she was getting all of the mirrors adjusted, she also noticed the car stunk. My sister immediately told her I had been tooting. I denied it and tied to explain to mom that I had not been tooting and it was something in the car that smelled. I got a whiff of moms breath while she was getting on me and it was just as bad as my sisters breath had been.

      Mom finally got done adjusting the mirrors and then put the key in the ignition and turned it to start the car. the car didn't start-up and instead the dash was full of red lights and there was the annoying buzzing sound. Mom kept turning the key, but each time, there was the red lights and buzzing sound rather than the car starting up. Mom eventually started pumping the accelerator before each try turning the key, but it didn't do any good all that happened was there were the red lights and buzzing sound instead of the engine starting.

      After several more times pumping the accelerator and turning the key, mom decided she should get out and look under the hood. I asked her if I could get out and she snapped at me, getting in my face telling me that I needed to calm down; that it was her job to get the car started and mine to stay bucked in my seat and stay calm; that she would get the car started; and that she promised that I would not like what would happen if I took my seatbelt off. As she continued to get on me, I again noticed how bad her breath smelled.

      While my sister and I waited in the car while mom looked under the hood, my sister kept putting her head on my shoulder and then trying to put her arm around me. I kept trying to move away from her because I really did not like the way she was invading my space and keep getting whiffs of her breath even though I was trying to ignore us. It seemed like mom was taking for ever looking under the hood.

      Finally, I saw mom closing the hood and then walking towards the driver side door. When she was opening it, I moved my body back to the middle to give her room. As she was sitting down in the driver seat, I felt my shoe brush against my sisters leg and then heard her scream really loud. I then found out the smell in the car was dog poop that I had stepped in and that I got some on my sisters leg.

      My sister and I got out of the car so she could clean her leg and I could clean off my shoe.

      I woke-up from the dream while I was out in the yard trying to clean the dog poop off of my shoe.
    8. Another car dream last night

      by , 02-29-2020 at 08:43 PM
      I had another car dream last night after not having any memorable dreams the night before. This was the 4th time in the last 5 nights I have had the dream.

      In last nights dream, I again tired listening to my sister while we waited in the car for mom even though her breath reeked like it always does. Whenever my sister talked, what I heard her say were things reminding me that we were waiting in the car for mom and that she was in the window seat and I was stuck in the middle. I did not pick-up on her saying anything important. Just rubbing in how much she was enjoying riding by the window. At one point while we were waiting for mom, I turned around to look at the back seat and saw it was full of boxes so there was nowhere for me to sit back there. I eventually tuned out my sister and tried to ignore her because she wasn't saying anything important and what she was saying was just making the wait worse. She started putting her head on my shoulder and invading my space when I tried to ignore her.

      When mom finally got in, she spent a long time trying to get the car started in the dream. Again, she kept telling me I needed to calm down while she was trying to get it started and said things like she was in control, she was doing the best she could, and that she would get the car started. I noticed her breath reeked whenever she was getting after me. She got out 2 or 3 times last night to look under the hood and each time made it clear that I needed to stay in the car and stay buckled to the middle seat. She seemed to get more and more frustrated about the car not starting as the dream went on. I woke up from the dream while mom was in the car trying to start it.
    9. 3rd Night of the Car Dream

      by , 02-28-2020 at 01:51 AM
      I had the car dream last night, the 3rd night in a row after not having it for few weeks.

      I was already buckled to the front center seat of the reliant when the dream started and was by myself waiting for my mom and little sister.

      Soon my sister was opening the passenger side door and then sitting down in the passenger seat to my right. She quickly closed her door then buckled the tan shoulder belt. Her breath stunk like it always does. A few times I heard her talk while we were waiting for mom, but I never heard her say anything that seemed important. When I tried to listen to her talk, I would hear her say things like "I just love being able to look out the window"; or "don't you wish you could stretch out you legs like I can" when she put her tan sandals on the glove box; or "isn't it fun that we both get to ride up front with mom"; or "mom will be out when she is ready, you need to be more patient". It seemed like everything she said just reminded me that we were waiting in the car and she had the window seat and I was stuck in the middle. I eventually started trying to tune her out, because I didn't like hearing what she was saying and couldn't completely ignore her breath when she talked. She kept invading my space again and putting her head on my shoulder when I tried to ignore her. I just wanted mom to come out of the house and get in the car so we could go. I kept looking towards the house to see if I could see mom, but every time I looked, she was nowhere to be seen.


      When I was focusing on the tan steering wheel and the gauges on the dash, I hear my sister say "mommy is coming" and then turned me head to see her by the driver side door looking through her purse for the keys. When she found them, she unlocked the door and then sat down in the driver seat to my left.

      I don't think I said anything to mom about taking so long, but after she closed her door, she told me I needed to be more patient. I noticed her breath reeked like my sisters when she was taking to me and felt really trapped because I could feel my sister putting her head on my shoulder while mom got in my face.

      When mom finally had all the mirrors adjusted, she reached to turn the key but the car didn't start it just made the buzzing sound and the dash lit up with red lights. After several more cranks mom got in my face again and told me she was doing the best she could and I needed to calm down. As I watched mom pumping the accelerator and turning the key, I could feel my sister trying to put her arm around me. I woke-up from the dream while I was jerking my body forward to try to get away from her.
    10. Car dream has returned

      by , 02-27-2020 at 04:45 AM
      After a break of several weeks, the car dream has returned this week. I spend some time dealing with some issues regarding my fathers estate over the weekend, and expect this is what has caused the dream to come back.

      As in earlier instances, the dream starts with me waiting in my grandads old reliant in my parents driveway for my sister and mom. I am in the middle of the front tan vinyl bench seat and have the tan lap belt fastened around my waist.

      My younger sister is opening the passenger side door and sitting down in the passenger seat next to me not long after the dream starts. She is wearing the same red overalls and tan sandals she always wears. After sitting down in the passenger seat, she closes the door and then fastens the tan shoulder belt.

      My sister and me then spend a really long time waiting from mom to come out of the house and get in the car. My sister keeps trying to talk to me, but I keep trying to avoid her because her breath is putrid. She also keeps putting her head on my shoulder to try to get my attention. I just want mom to come out of the house and get in the reliant so we can go. She is nowhere to be seen though, and I am stuck waiting in the car with my sister.

      Finally, I look towards the house and see mom locking the door. She then walks towards the reliant and then fumbles through her purse for the keys when she gets to the driver side door. When she finally finds the keys, she unlocks the driver side door and then opens it and sits down in the empty driver seat on my other side. I feel really squished and trapped between my mom and sister while mom adjusts all of the mirrors.

      When mom finally has all of the mirrors adjusted how she wants them, the turns the key in the ignition to start the reliant. The car makes a few groans but doesn't start up. Instead, the groan of the engine trying to start is replaced by a buzzing sound and the dash is illuminated with red lights. Mom turns the key a few more times, but each time the engine doesn't start and I see the red lights and hear the buzzing sound.

      After a few failed cranks, mon stops tying to tell me I need to calm down. She tells me she is doing the best she can and she will get the car started.. I noticed her breath is worse than my sisters when she is taking to me about needing to calm down. She then starts pumping the accelerator and turning the key, but each crank still ends with the buzzing sound and red lights.

      She eventually decides to get out and look under the hood. Before getting out, she again tells me I need to calm down. When I ask if I can get out, she tells me I need to keep my seat belt on.

      I feel really trapped while she is out of the car because I am still buckled to the middle seat and my sister is still next to me invading my space. We wait in the car for a while.

      Mom eventually closes the hood and then gets back into the reliant. She starts pumping the accelerator and then tries turning the key, but again the car doesn't start and there is just the buzzing sound and red lights. She keeps pumping the accelerator and truing turning the key, but the reliant sill fails to start and I hear the buzzing sound and see the red lights. After a few more cranks, mom again gets after me about needing to calm down and I smell her breath again. I have no idea why she keeps getting after me, because I think I am being calm and not saying anything to her.

      I wake up from the dream while mom is getting after me about needing to be calm before she tries again to star the reliant.
    11. Return of the car dream after a 1 night break

      by , 02-07-2020 at 02:10 AM
      After a break on Tuesday night, where I had a strange dream about being chased by a mob of vegan socialists the car dream returned last night.

      The wait in the car was like it has been since the dream returned where my sister is invading my space trying to get me to talk with her and it is all I can do to avoid her nasty breath.

      What I remember the most from last nights dream was my mom while she was trying to get the car started. In addition to being frustrated that the car was not starting, she was taking a break from trying to start the car after every few cranks to tell me that I needed to calm down. I don't think I was doing or saying anything while she was trying to get the car started, but for some reason she kept making it a point to let me know I needed to calm down and relax. She also kept saying things like that she was doing the best she could do and that she knew she would get it started. I have never really noticed moms breath in the dream but when she was invading my space telling me I needed to calm down, her breath smelled just as bad as my sisters always does. She got out to look under the hood a few times and each time made a point of telling me to stay buckled in my seat. As always happens, I woke up while mom was still trying to start the car.

      Not sure why mom kept telling me to calm down or why her breath reeked when she said this.
    12. Strange Dream where I was chased by a Mob of Vegan Socilists

      by , 02-06-2020 at 02:20 AM
      Last night I had a really strange dream, which thankfully gave me a break from the car dream I had the 8 nights prior.

      Last night I watched the State Of The Union Address and then turned on the TV in my bedroom and watched news coverage of the speech and the Iowa Caucus results once I got in my bed. I think watching this is what fueled the dream.

      This dream occurred in the present time. When it started I was pulling up to the butcher shop where I always buy my steaks and other good cuts of meat. I parked where I normally do in the parking lot and then started walking towards the store.

      Before I could get to the store, a few PETA Protestors stepped in front of me and tried to explain to me all the reasons why I should not be buying or eating meat and that instead I should switch to a plant based diet because it would save animals and more poor people could be fed. I tried to politely explain to them that in my opinion these animals are raised for the sole purpose of providing food for humans. I also explained that I like a good steak and would rather spend more money on that than less on a crappy plant based diet.

      As I tried to get away from them, one noticed my new Jaguar SUV and then they started telling me that I must be one of "Those People" and that doesn't care about the environment or helping those less fortunate. They asked me my feelings towards Socialism, and I tried to explain to them how awful it is. When I tried to tell them what I had seen when I visited China, it just made them turn against me even more.

      I tried to get away from them and go into the butcher shop, but more of them where now there and they were blocking my path. I decided then to just go back to my SUV and see if I could get the shop to deliver some steaks to my home.

      When I turned around, there were now a bunch of them standing between me and my SUV. I decided that the best option at this point was to just turn and run toward the road away from them since there was no point in arguing with a bunch of people I could not talk sense with.

      I started running as fast as I could and they kept running behind me. I kept turning my head and they were always a few hundred feed behind me.

      I kept running for several blocks and they were always the same distance behind me. No closer and no further away.

      Just as I was starting to get tired, I saw a Waffle House ahead. I sprinted in there as fast as I could and then took a seat at the bar.

      The mob stayed in the parking lot and did not try to come into the Waffle House.

      I ordered a waffle, double order of hash browns, and lots of bacon and sausage. I woke up from the dream while I was watching them cook my hash browns, bacon, and sausage.

      When I woke-up I was starving in my making life and had to go and fix a glass of water.
    13. One of the most unpleasant recurrances of the mom, sister, and car dream

      by , 02-05-2020 at 02:45 AM
      I had the car dream I have been having again last night. This was the 8th night in a row since not having it at all for a few weeks.

      When my sister got into the passenger seat, we had our usual long and what has become an increasingly unpleasant wait for mom where I tried to ignore her and her putrid breath. I kept focusing my attention on the empty tan vinyl driver seat to my left and toward the back door of our house hoping I would see mom coming out.

      When mom finally got into the car, she started getting more and more frustrated each time the engine failed to start up after she pumped the accelerator and turned the key. I don't remember saying anything to mom but she snapped at me and told me I needed to calm down, that she would get the car started. She got out to look under the hood for a few minutes and then got back in the car and started pumping the accelerator and turning the key again, but was again unable to get the engine to start. I could feel my sister leaning on me as I watched mom pump the accelerator and turn the key and saw the red lights on the dash illuminate and heard that annoying buzzing sound.

      Eventually, after spending a while longer trying to get the car started mom decided to get back out and look under the hood again. I told mom I didn't think I wanted to go with them anymore and wanted to go back in the house and stay home. Mom said something about I couldn't go back into the house since she had locked it up already and then snapped at me. She told me she was doing the best she could with getting the car started and that I need to calm down. She said it was her job to get the car started and I need to keep my seat belt on and stay calm. She said that she knew she would figure out why the car was not started and would be able to get it started when she got back in. She stayed out of the car for a really long time looking under the hood. I woke up from the dream while I was starting at the empty driver seat and trying to ignore my sister who had put her arm around me and her head on my shoulder.
    14. A full week of the car dream

      by , 02-04-2020 at 03:49 AM
      Last night I had the car dream again. This was the 7th night in a row. I had the usual long an unpleasant wait in the car with my sister where I tried to ignore her so I didn't have to smell her breath. She kept trying to talk to me and I kept looking at the empty driver seat to ignore her.

      When mom got in and got the mirrors adjusted, she started turning the key and then also pumping the accelerator after a few cranks, and I kept seeing the red lights on the dash and hearing the buzzing sound. Mom then became worried that she had left the curling iron on and when back in the house to check on it. I started to reach to undo my seatbelt, but mom told me I needed to leave it on since we would be going soon. We waited in the car for mom for a really long time. When she finally came back out, she told me someone from church had called her and she couldn't get off the phone. She started trying to star the car again, and I woke-up after she had tried several more times to get the car started.
    15. Recurrning Car Dream happend for the 6th night in a row

      by , 02-03-2020 at 12:29 AM
      Last night, I had the car dream again. My sisters breath reeked like it always does and she was invading my space trying to get me to talk with her while we waited for mom to get in. All I could do to try to avoid her breath was look at the empty tan driver seat and hope she would get the hint. She never did.

      The think I remember most from last nights dream was mom getting frustrated about the car being difficult to start. In earlier dreams, she was almost like a robot. She would get in the car, get the mirrors adjusted, and then focus her attention on stating the car. She had little if any conversations with us and didn't have any reaction when the car wouldn't start up.

      Last night, she was getting very frustrated that it was not starting. When she decided to get out and look under the hood, and I asked if I could get out she snapped at me that she was responsible for starting and driving the car and I needed to stay buckled in my seat. She also told me I needed to calm down because she would get the car started. I didn't think I was panicking or freaking-out, but she wanted me to be calmer.

      I find it interesting that mom keeps getting out to look under the hood in all of these dreams. In waking life, she is not very mechanical and has probably never looked under the hood of a car. It is kind of strange that she keeps looking under it in these dreams.
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