Car Accident

Another car dream. . . .

I had a dream
that I was in the passenger side
of a car,
someone else was driving.
(that's the second time recently
that I've had a dream
where someone else
was driving the car.)

We were going down a street
that I can only describe
as a town square.
We were just passing
a quaint city hall.
There was only one lane going in either direction,
with a center left turn lane.

It was a nice fall day,
beautiful colors and a decent temperature.

Suddenly,
the car in front of us
started to move toward the center lane.
There was an elderly lady driving.
And then,
she just did a total about face.
It was almost as if
she was sliding on ice,
but only there was no ice.

Her car was totally facing
the opposite direction
and she was in the center lane,
moving backward toward the other lane.

There was a car coming
from the opposite direction.
There were two young men in that car.
They tried to avoid hitting that car
so they ended up driving on the side walk.
But there was a railing to one of the buildings
and there car went right into it.
Then, there car just flipped right over.
One of the young men fell out of the car
at that point.
He seemed to very seriously injured.

The person who was driving the car I was in
went into a total shock
at seeing the young man
fall from the car.
He managed to stop our car,
but ran into one of the buildings
on our side of the road,
not wanting to see the young man who was hurt.

When the police came
I told them everything I saw.
After the ambulance took the young men away,
I went into the building
to get the person who was driving our car.
(I'm not sure who it was,
but I think it was a relative or close friend.)
He did not want to drive the car home.
He didn't even want to leave the building.
He would only leave if he could close his eyes
so as not to see.
I had to guide him to the car
as though he were blind.
He kept his eyes closed
until we were totally out of that area.

What does this mean?
Who was driving my car
and why was I on the passenger side again?
Why was there an accident?
Why did I witness the accident?
Who was the old lady who caused the accident?
And why was her car going backwards?
Who was the young man that fell from the car?
Why did the person with me
need to close there eyes?

Polar Bears

Wow!
Has it been that long
since I've last posted something?

Last night,
I had dream
that we were coming home
from I don't know where.
We were driving down
Jefferson Avenue.

But Jefferson was flooded.
I didn't want M. to drive through
thinking that the car would sink.
But he drove through anyway.

There was a huge polar bear
just off to the right.
It was so huge
that I thought it had to be
a mechanical bear,
that the water
was part of some sort of festival or something.
The polar bear
was large enough
to swallow the car whole.

And then,
I saw another polar bear
come up from underneath the water.
Only his head popped out of the water.
This one was also to the right of the car
but much closer.

Finally,
we reached a place
where the water over the road
was much more shallow.
He parked the car
and we proceeded on foot.
There were three of us
in the car.


Many of the people
were flooded out of their apartments.
They were sitting in lawnchairs
just in front of their homes.
The apartments were very, very small,
just one room homes.

The electricity was off
because there was just so much water.

Finally,
we came upon a place
where we could rest
after walking such a great distance.
The electricity was still off
in this place
but there were pillows and blankets
and chairs
for us to rest a bit.
The only lights that worked
were battery operated.

It turned out
that this was actually someone's apartment,
but he let us rest there for awhile.

No one ever knew why there was so much water
or where the polar bears came from.

Eagles and Rams

It's been a while since I've posted to this blog,
but this dream,
I think,
is worth the wait!

In my dream
we (there were two of us)
were returning to the car
after shopping.
I was sitting on the passenger side.

All of a sudden,
I heard a sound
that I had never heard before.
I knew it was a bird.
And then in an instant
I realized that was the sound of eagles.

Suddenly an eagle flew over the car
and then just sat down
right next to the car
on the passenger side,
very close to the car.
It was beautiful!
I was looking at at him
and he was looking right at me,
each of us sort of in wonder of the other.

Then there were many eagles flying over the car
and they started to congregate
on the driver side of the car.
I commented on how
I wish I had my camera.

All of a sudden one tried to get into the car
via the window in the back seat.
We decided it was time to leave
before one actually got into the car.

We slowly started to drive away
and the eagles followed us flying over us.
I saw that some feathers
and flew up on to the dashboard
and I was happy
to have some little memento of the eagle's visit.

As we neared the express way
we saw a ram walking up the ramp.
Suddenly,
we saw several more rams
all making their way on to the expressway.
There was another animal with them,
a much smaller one
but I couldn't make out
what sort of animal it was.

We thought that maybe
they had escaped from a zoo,
but the nearest zoo
was more than ten miles away.
Or maybe they were part
of some sort of museum special exhibit.
But the closest museum
is Greenfield village
and rams didn't seem like an animal
the Village would bring in.
Cows, farm animals, maybe. . .
but not rams.
We couldn't figure out
where the rams could have come from.

And then I realized
that an eagle had actually gotten into the car.
It was injured and was sitting in the rear window.
We opened all of the windows
in the hopes that it would make it's way out of the car.

A woman
in another car
started to beep
as she noticed the eagle in the car.
We shouted back to her
that we knew the eagle was there.
She hollered for us
to turn on our flashers
and so we did.

Suddenly,
there was a little boy in the car with us.
He was in the back seat.
I don't know who he was
but I knew that he was five years old.
I told him
to try and shew the eagle out of the window.
In doing so,
he was half way out of the window himself.
The eagle made it's way out,
but his claws held firm to the window.
The eagle refused to leave the car.
I pulled the child back into the car.
But the eagle never left the car.
It's almost as if
he wanted to be with us,
to stay with us.

Once we got home,
we left all of the car doors open
hoping the eagle would find his way out.

All of a sudden
all of those eagles that had been following us
swooped down toward the car.
The seemed totally oblivious to us
at this point.
It seemed like
the eagles were only concerned
about their friend.

A couple of the eagles
pulled their friend from the car.
And between three of them
they carried him off.

With that,
all of the eagles flew away.

What do Eagles represent?
And rams?
Who was the woman who saw the eagle?
Why did the eagles come to us, follow us?
Why did the one particular eagle
want to stay with us?
And where did the little boy come from?
What do all of these symbols mean???

Moving Pictures

This dream was a bit unusual.

I had a dream that I had some friends
who inherited a house
that had been in their family
for many generations.

As they began to move in
they found a box
with several old photos in it.
It was of past generations
of their family
in front of their house.

One was of children
playing on the front porch.

One was of a bridal couple
entering their car
right in front of this house.

The photos were all black and white.
But there were like movies.
Each time my friends handed me a photo
it was like watching a short movie of the event.
I found this odd.

What was even more odd
is that the people in these little movies
were very much aware
that we were watching them.
The bridal couple even waived at us.

The Car Dream

I had this dream recently.

I dreamt that it had been raining.
There were a number of pot holes in the road,
but the rain managed to fill them with water.
I was driving my car.

But I knew well where all of the pot holes were.
So, I drove around them.
Others drove right through them
as they couldn't see them,
thinking they were just puddles in the road.
But I knew exactly where all of the holes were.

I went to my mom's house.
I don't know where we were going,
but I went there to pick her up.
She insisted on driving.

Now, in my dream, my mother wasn't my mother.
I did go to her house.
I mean, the house in my dream was as the actual house my mother has.
But the woman in my dream,
although she was my mother,
she was a different woman than my real life mother.

Why is that?
I mean,
why do we know people in our dreams
who aren't as they are in real life?

Anyway,
my mother inisted on driving my car.
Now, in real life, my mother doesn't drive.
She's of the generation of women
who, for the most part,
just didn't get a driver's license.

In my dream,
I resisted letting her drive.
But then I just gave in.

I told her I would let her drive,
but she had to listen to me
when I told here where the pot holes were.

She said she would

But then we neared what seemd to be a huge puddle.
I told her that there was a large hole in the road
and that she should go around it.

She didn't listen.
And the car ended in stuck in this huge hole.
The whole front end of the car
just went down into this hole.

When we managed to get out of the car
someone people nearby managed to get the car out of the hole.
They all worked together
and just lifted the car out of that hole.

My mom thanked them.
But I was angry at her
as I was certain that my car's engine,
after having gone for a swim,
would need to be replaced.