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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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

I had the same dream again last night where I am in granddads old reliant with my mom and sister. This was the 5th night in a row I have had this dream.

In last night's dream, my sister kept trying to talk to me during our time waiting in the car for mom and I kept trying to ignore her because I didn't want to smell her breath and wanted her to stop talking. I tuned out what she was trying to say in hopes that she would get the hint I did not want to talk, but she kept invading my space to try to get my attention and I kept smelling her breath. She put her head on my shoulder a few times trying to get my attention. I eventually had to turn my head and look at the empty tan vinyl drivers seat so I didn't have to smell her breath.

When mom got in and started trying to get the car started, I could feel my sister was sitting beside me even though I was focusing on mom trying to get the car started. After mom had spent a few minutes trying to start the car, my sister told her she had forgotten her purse and mom took the keys out of the ignition and went back into the house to get it. I asked her if I could go in and get it or try to start the are while she was out but she said needed the keys to get into the house and I needed to stay buckled in my seat. I woke up while she was in the house.

I had that same recurring dream again last night where I am in granddads old reliant with my mom and sister and mom can't get it started. It was the 4th night in a row I have had it after not having it for a few weeks.

As with every one of the dreams it started with me in the car by myself buckled to the front middle seat. My sister came out and got in the passenger seat next to me a few minutes later. We sit and wait in the car for mom to come out and drive us for what seems like forever. Last night, my sister really wanted to try to talk to me. I kept trying to ignore her because her breath reeked and I had to smell it whenever she talked. My sister started invading my space when I ignored her, leaning over and putting her face right in front of mine so I couldn't ignore her. I do not know what she was trying to tell me, because I tuned it out. Unfortunately, there was no way I could ignore her nasty breath and had to smell it while she kept talking to me. In the dreams I had a few weeks ago, I didn't really noticed my sister was sitting right next to me in the passenger seat unless I looked over at her. In this dream, it was obvious she was sitting next to me while we waited in the car for mom. It was the most unpleasant wait I have had so far in this dream.

When mom finally got in, she could not get the car to start as usual. While I was watching mom pump the accelerator and turn the key and seeing the red lights on the dash and hearing the buzzing sound after each failed crank, I also could feel my sister on my other side which I don't remember in earlier dreams. When mom decided to get out and look under the hood after several cranks, I asked her if I could get out and she told me her job was to start the car and my job was to stay buckled in my seat. I woke up from this dream before mom got back in and tried to start the car again.

After not having it for a few weeks, that dream where I am in my granddads old reliant between my mom and sister and mom cannot get the car to start has started recurring again.

I spent last weekend with my mom and helped her with some things and have had the dream every night beginning on Monday (1/27).

As in the past, the dream always starts with me in the Reliant by myself buckled to the front middle seat. As I am checking my surroundings, my sister is coming out of the house and walking towards the car. She is still wearing the same pink shirt, red overalls, and tan sandals that she wore in earlier dreams. She opens the passenger side door, and sits down next to me in the passenger seat. She closes her door and buckles her seat belt.

All 3 nights as in the past, we spend a really long time in the car waiting for mom to come out and get in. I am not sure how long, but would have to guess at least 20-30 minutes each nigh if not longer. As in the past dreams, her breath reeks but now she is trying harder to get me to talk with her. She is invading my space and putting her face right in front of mine so it is harder to ignore her. When I don't respond to her, she keeps asking the same questions and I keep having to smell her breath. I eventually turn to the empty driver seat trying to ignore her. I am noticing she is sitting right next to me more than I did in the earlier dreams.

Eventually, I see the back door to the house open and then see mom locking it and then walking towards the Reliant where my sister and I are waiting for her. When she gets there, she pull the keys out of her purse and then unlocks the driver side door. She then sits down on the empty drivers side seat on my other side and puts the keys in the ignition. Once she has the mirrors adjusted, she tries to start the car, but it won't start-up. As in past dreams I focus on mom pumping the accelerator and turning the key as well as the red light on the dash and buzzing sound each time the engine fails to start.

Unlike in the earlier dreams, mom is spending more time out of the car while trying to get the car started. It can either be to get out and look under the hood or to go back into the house because she is afraid something like the coffee pot or TV has been left on. If I ask if I can get out, she tells us we need to stay in the car.

I had a dream last night where I was a first class passenger riding in the upper deck of a Boeing 747 flying to Atlanta from London.

When we were about an hour from our scheduled arrival, the captain came on the intercom and told everyone that we would be experiencing really heavy turbulence on our approach to Atlanta and for everyone to get up if they needed to because he would be turning the fasten seatbelt sign on.

I got out of my seat and asked the really pretty blond fight attendant for a strong triple scotch on the rocks so that I would be mellow for the approach into Atlanta and handle the turbulence better.

As I was asking her to make the drink, the captain came out of the cockpit and grabbed the flight attendant and I by the arms and told us he needed us to land the plane.

He then led the fight attendant and I into the cockpit and motioned for me to sit in his seat. The first officer then got out of his seat and told the flight attendant to sit down there.

The captain then gave us some quick instructions on what we needed to do to safely land then plane, told me I was in charge, and then he and the first officer stepped out of the cockpit and closed the pretty flight attendant and I in.

I was at the flight controls, flying the plane while the flight attendant was talking with the control tower and letting me know the heading and altitude I needed to be flying.

We descended through thick clouds and I could see lightning flashes as the turbulence started to shake the large plane as we descended.

As the flight attendant kept giving me new headings and altitudes, I kept maneuvering the plane to get to them.

We finally touched down on the runway and then I taxied to the gate the flight attendant told me to go to.

I woke up from the dream while I was looking for the flight manual to shut down and secure the plane with the flight attendant still on the headset talking with the control tower.

I had a very vivid dream last night that I was riding on a float in our town's Christmas Parade with our local community theater group.

I was not planning on being on a float in the parade since I was working on the parade and handling logistics. I was walking around checking out all of the floats in the queue when someone with the community theater group asked if I could get on their float since they were missing a few people.

On the float, they were acting out different scenes from the Christmas Story Movie to promote the play we have every December that follows the move plot. I was asked to play the kid who got his tongue stuck the flag pole at school. I was flailing my arms and moving my upper body around acting like I was stuck. During the parade route, I remember looking around to see my friends who were watching the parade. I remember many taking a double take when we went by since they knew I do not normally act, and I was on the float acting that my tongue was stuck to the flag pole.

Not sure why I had this dream, but ride on the float and details of the parade route/crowd were both very vivid and exactly how I remember both from prior parades.

I had a new dream last night involving riding between my mom and my sister. In this dream, it was June 1998, the summer after my freshman year in college when I was 19 years old. In this dream, my mom borrowed my uncles 1980’s white Mazda pickup truck so we could go to Home Depot to get a new grill for our dad for Father’s Day. The dream was very vivid.

When the dream starts, we are getting ready to leave the house to go to Home Depot. When mom sees that I am ready to go, she suggests that I go on out and get in the truck. She reminds me that I will be riding in the middle since it is an even day and my sister has chosen to sit by the window. I try to argue with mom about this since my sister is younger and shorter than me and could get by in the middle better. I tell mom that I will just follow them in my Jeep, but she says that she really wants the 3 of us ride together in the truck. I look outside and see the truck is also parked behind my Jeep and know I am stuck riding in the middle of the truck since it is blocking my Jeep in.

When mom again asks me to go on out to the truck, I reluctantly walk outside and towards to small white Mazda pick-up that is parked behind my Jeep in the driveway.

When I get to the passenger side door, I open it and take a seat on the light brown vinyl bench seat. I close the door and then slowly slide over to the middle seat where I will have the sit. It is a summer day and the vinyl seat is kind of hot of my legs. The middle seat is really uncomfortable since I have to put my feet on a hump and straddle the stick shift while my knees bump against the a/c controls. Since I am by myself in the truck, I decide to move back to the passenger seat since there is no point sitting in the middle when I am in the truck by myself. I go ahead and buckle the shoulder belt hoping my sister will just climb over me and get in the middle if I am already in the passenger seat. After a minute of two in the truck, in noticed that the cab stinks and is starting to get hot so I turn the brown cranks to roll down the windows. Soon fresh air is coming in cooling off the cab and making things smell better.

After I have been waiting in the truck about 5 minutes, I see my sister walking out of the house and towards the truck. She is wearing a white graphic t-shit, light blue bell bottom jeans, and tan wedge sandals. When she gets to the passenger side door and opens it up and tells me to scoot over because I am riding in the middle. I reluctantly undo my seat belt and move again to the uncomfortable middle seat. She suggests I go ahead and buckle-up. I tell her I will buckle when mom get in. She reminds me that I need to go ahead and buckle before she gets in since she will be sitting over my buckle. I reluctantly put the brown lap belt around my waist and then my sister gets into the passenger seat beside me. I have to lean towards the driver’s seat so that my sister can get her seatbelt in the buckle.

While we wait for mom, we are wedged-up against each other. My feet are both on the brown hump in the middle with my knees bumping up against the a/c controls and my legs straddling the stick shift. Not long after she gets in, she also notices the cab smells bad. I am now noticing the strong smell of her vanilla body spray and her breath which stinks. My nose is now being tortured between the smell of the cab, my sisters body spray, and her breath.

I am not enjoying waiting for mom. My sister keeps invading my space, putting her head on my shoulder, smiling at me, and breathing in my face. I cannot get away from her and just want mom to come on out so we can get to Home Depot and back home.

Mom finally is locking-up the house about 15-20 minutes after my sister got in the truck. She opens the driver’s side door and sits down in the empty driver’s seat. As soon as she is in her seat and has closed her door her body is wedge-up against my left side like my sister is wedged up against my right. I am officially squished between them with no personal space. As mom is putting the key in the ignition, she also comments that something smells bad. I tell her the truck smelled when I got in. While she is talking, I notice her breath is worse than my sisters.

It takes mom a few minutes of turning the key and pumping on the accelerator before she gets the truck started. One it starts, she reaches for the shifter between my legs and shifts it to reverse.

The drive to Home Depot lasts about 15 minutes and is not very pleasant. I am wedged between my mom and sister with no personal space. I can smell their breath whenever they talk and sometimes my sister is putting her head on my shoulder because she knows it annoys me. I just hope that no-one I know will see my riding between my mom and sister in my uncles’ crappy old truck.

When we are parked at Home Depot, my sister opens the passenger side door and she and then I get out of the truck. It feels great to finally have some personal space again. As we are walking through the parking lot, mom tells me I should check my shoe because it looks like I stepped in something. I look get to a traffic island and see that I have stepped in a big pile of dog poop and that is what I was smelling in the truck. I spend a few minutes trying to clean my shoe on the gravel in the traffic island and then head into Home Depot and meet-up with my mom and sister in front of the grills.

By the time I get to them, they have already picked-out the grill they want to get for him. There is another gill I think dad would like better, but they have already made their mind up and overrule me. We wait a while for an employee to come and get the large box for the grill we want down form an upper shelf and then put it on a flat shopping cart. I want to go look around, but mom wants me to stay with them so we will be ready to leave once we get the grill.

Once the grill is on the shopping cart, we wait for a while in the check-out line since the store is crowded. Again, I want to look around, but mom wants me to stay with them. We finally get checked out and then leave the store and head back towards the truck.

Once we get back to the truck, it takes both me and my sister to get the grill from the flat orange shopping cart to the bed of the truck. When we have it loaded, I see that mom has already unlocked and opened the passenger side door. I offer to take the cart back to the store, but mom says she will handle since I need to get in the truck first since I am in the middle. My sister is ready to get in and so I have to go ahead and get in the truck and slide over to the middle seat. As soon as I am buckled, she gets into the passenger seat and closed the door. I am thankful that the truck doesn’t smell as bad as it did earlier, and I did not track any dog poop into it.

My sister and I have to wait for a few minutes because mom sees some she knows and is talking to them. I am thankful it is not someone I recognize. While we wait for mom, my sister is invading my space again and breathing in my face.

Mom eventually gets in and gets the truck started after just a few cranks. The drive back is as unpleasant as the ride over was with both of them invading my space and breathing in my face. On the way home, mom stops at a gas station because she wants to return the truck to my uncle with a full tank. I offer to get out and pump the gas but end up being stuck waiting in the truck with my sister because she doesn’t want to get out. We have to wait for around 10 minutes while mom pumps the gas and then goes in to pay and my sister keeps putting her head on my shoulder again and breathing in my face. When mom gets back in, the truck starts right up, and we drive back home.

When we get back home, my sister and I have to get the grill out of the back of the truck and then carry it to my dads’ workshop in the back yard while mom gets a sheet to cover it with. The grill is heavy, and we have to stop and take a few breaks between the truck and the tool shed.

The dream ends when I get back to the house and lay down on the couch in the family room to watch TV. I am very happy to finally have my own space and not be stuck between them.

Last night I had a new dream that involved my grandads old 1983 Plymouth Reliant. This is the same car where all the dreams took place where I was riding in the middle of the front seat between my mom and my sister and my mom couldn't get the car to start.

I think this also took place in spring of 1994 when I was 15 and had my learners permit and the car was parked in our driveway.

In this dream, I decided I would go out and start the Reliant and drive it up and down my parents long driveway some to give the battery a charge.

I first went and grabbed the keys out of the drawer in the chest by our back door where my parents kept all of our keys. I then went outside and unlocked the drivers side door to the tan reliant and then sat down on the tan vinyl bench seat. When I put the key in the ignition, it made the same buzzing sound that I always hear in the recurring dream I keep having. I go ahead and close the drivers side door to make sure I do not have anything unnecessary draining batter power incase the batter has gotten weak. I then turn the key and the car starts right up without any trouble. I see all of the red lights on the dash illuminated and hear the buzzing sound. The lights quickly go out and the buzzing stops when I put on my seatbelt.

I then turn the radio to my favorite station, and then put the car in reverse and back it up until I am almost to the street at the end of our driveway. When I get to the end, I put it back in drive and drive it to the other end of the driveway near our house. For the next 15-20 minutes, I am driving the Reliant from one end of the driveway to the other while listening to the radio. I feel a certain sense of freedom know that in a few months I will have my drivers license and can drive myself where I want when I want.

I eventually park the car back by our house, turn it off, lock the door, and then go back into the house.

In this dream, I do not see anyone else unlike the other dream I keep having where my mom and sister are both in it.

This weekend, I was leading a retreat for the rest of the leadership team for an large event that I will be running this summer. We were staying in a hotel that was in an old art deco building downtown in a city a few hours away. I was staying in the penthouse suite where we held our meeting and planning sessions.

I had a dream last night where the rest of the team and I were opening the windows and walking on the ledges outside which were 17 stories over the street. We walked all the way around the outside of the building and then we scaled the building and climbed up to the roof before repelling back down to the 17th floor where my suite was. I vividly recall a strong wind, hearing the traffic on the street below, and seeing the other buildings downtown light-up as the sun set and we went from late afternoon to night. I do not have any recollection of why we decided to climb out to the ledge and then scale the building to the roof, but all of the details were very vidid and when I woke-up, I actually go of out bed and checked all of the windows to see if we really did go out of the roof. All windows were latched, so i guess it was all a very vivid dream.

I have tired to use Lucid Dreaming on the dream about being in my grandads old Reliant with my sister and mom.

The first night I tried it was Tuesday (01/07). The dream started out as always with my waiting in the car by myself buckled to the middle of the front seat with my sister then getting in and sitting down in the window seat not long after. In all of the previous dreams, my sister and I have spent at least 20-30 minutes in the car before my mom surfaces from the house. In this dream, my sister was trying to start a conversation with me a few minutes after she got in and her breath smelled really bad like it always does. I kept trying to tune her out and ignore her, but I just couldn't avoid smelling her breath. Finally, I had enough and reached to honk the horn on the steering wheel to let my mom know that I had been waiting long enough and she need to come out of the house and get in the car. I kept honking until she finally got the hint and came out of the house. Rather than getting in the car, she spent several minutes working in her garden in the back yard and then walked right by the car again and went back into the house. My sister and I had to wait for another 30 minutes before my mom finally came back out. While we were waiting, my sister keep getting in my face telling me it was my fault we were having to wait so long because I honked the horn. I was forced to smell her breath because she was coming into my space to make sure I knew she was not happy. I thought about trying to get out of the car to get away from her, but the drivers side door was locked and I couldn't unfasten the seatbelt because my sisters leg was blocking the buckle. When mom finally came back out and got in the car, the first thing she did was to get after me about honking the horn. This was the first dream where I ever noticed her breath and it was just as bad as my sisters when she was telling me how rude and disrespectful it was that I did that and she was hurt and would be really embarrassed if neighbors heard it. When my mom started trying to get the car started, it was the longest I can ever remember that part of the dream lasting. She got out at least 3 times to look under the hood and try to figure out why it wasn't starting. If I had woken-up a little later, I wonder if she would have given-up and I would have gotten out of the car.

I tried Lucid Dreaming again last night (Wednesday 01/08). The dream started as I always does, but this time I noticed the car smelled really bad which I had never noticed before. After my sister had gotten in and closed the door, she also commented that something smelled although her breath smelled worse than the car when she talked. We waited in the car for the usual 20-30 minutes before mom came out of the house. My sister tried to carry on a conversation a few times and I kept ignoring her because I did not want to have to smell her breath when she talked. Unlike last night, she stayed in her space the entire time we were waiting like she normally does so it was easier to ignore her and tune her out. After mom got in, closed her door, and was adjusting the mirrors she noticed something smelled bad and asked me and my sister if one of us had maybe stepped in poo. We both denied it and I wasn't that worried since I hadn't been in the grass. As always, the car didn't want to start any my mom started to try pumping the accelerator after a few cranks. This didn't do any good, but she kept pumping the accelerator and turning the key and I kept hoping that the car would start up on the next crank, but the red lights kept lighting up and I kept hearing the buzzing sound rather than the engine running. While mom was pumping on the accelerator before trying another crank, her foot slipped out of her clog and she leaned her head down to put it back on. When she did this, she noticed that there was poo on my shoe. While mom continued to keep trying to get the car stated, my sister opened her door and got out and then I unbuckled from the middle seat and got out of the car to clean my shoe. I woke-up from the dream while I was in the back yard cleaning my shoe and could hear mom still trying to start the car while I was doing this. I don't know what ended-up happening with the car, but this was the first time ever in the dream that I was not buckled to the middle seat.