enfants étranges des nuances de mon esprit

[infidel]

didn't get lucid in this dream- likely due to being in a fair amount of pain when i fell asleep. (i have intermittent serious back/neck pain from an old work injury that interferes with sleep when it's particularly bad). i was in an (imaginary) airport parking garage, a large concrete structure. it was a sunny day and i was near the exit. i was chasing someone. (chase scenes seem to be a common running thread in my dreams). at some point the person i was chasing garnered the use of a vehicle and before i knew it i had too. i can't remember what they were driving, but i was driving something along the lines of a formula-1 car. i knew instantly when i started driving that i would not be outrun. i took off out of the garage after "them" (him?) and found myself heading for the freeway. on a right-curving on-ramp i remember flying by cars on the right shoulder, watching the white line snake into the distance. i got a strange mental picture (while in the vehicle) of looking at myself lying face down on the shoulder, reaching forward with my arms and gripping the pavement with my open palms, one after another. like having a bike upside down and grabbing the tire and spinning it, each time you pull it gets a little faster....i got the impression that the faster i pawed at the pavement, the faster my vehicle would go. (yes i realize sometimes dreams simply make no sense at all). somehow mine ended up being the only vehicle on the road. the road turned smoothly (as freeways do) and i was moving dangerously fast, but under control. i remember noticing the road surface seemed to be all yellow. i realized the road was coming to a tighter turn soon, and slowed down. after what seemed an impossibly long turn the curves relaxed again, and i realized the road had to have turned back on itself. it was as if at the end of a long highway with no turnoffs, the road flared into a small roundabout so that you had to turn back the way you came from. this seemed strange, and my viewpoint immediately changed to an overhead view of the road, from some height. sure enough, it was a yellow road with white shoulder lines and it did indeed turn back on itself in the end. then i was back on the road and flying back toward the airport garage, through the main level, and out the other side....onto another yellow road that i anticipated would follow the same pattern as the last. and then i woke up in excruciating pain and realized i'd sleep no more this morning, so that was that.

[infidel]

i think i was out before i even finished getting horizontal last night. no concentration = no LD and hardly any recall either, for that matter. something about a big thick piece of bamboo. then something disconnected, ST:TNG's Captain Picard lying on his back on a black leather couch, the kind that only has one arm. seemed like he was talking to Data, who was acting like his analyst. whatever that's worth.