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weird dream snippet
May. 8th, 2019 07:26 amI had a dream around 5 this morning that I... somehow wound up going on some mission to some place, it was sort of nebulous but it was like an occupied territory that we were going to bring humanitarian aid to, somehow?
(who "we" were was not particularly vivid, but the setting was: a clearing in a pine forest with a gravel access road, and the vehicle was the minivan I owned in 2001, a maroon Plymouth Voyager stick-shift with many issues that I eventually in real life gave up on after the brakes failed and I had to drive it 300 more miles with no brakes, but that detail did not feature in the dream, the van's brakes worked fine.)
It was me and two men, and the two men knew more about what was going on than I did, and didn't communicate with me, and one of them just-- disappeared, and the other was like no it's fine he knows a safer way out but we have to drive. So we did whatever we had to do, and then leapt back into the car and drove like hell, and then there were police cars everywhere and I knew they would machine-gun us and so we tried to duck low as we drove, and I drove like crazy and suddenly was on the on-ramp to a five-lane highway full of cars, and we merged terrifyingly into traffic, and I woke up with my heart pounding so hard I could hardly catch my breath.
It was super weird because it didn't make any sense but the panic response was absolutely real.
So that was restful.
I write it down mostly because of how absolutely not-vivid the dream was, I suppose to remind me; you don't have to tell a story well to have it be effective, because brains are weird things.
(who "we" were was not particularly vivid, but the setting was: a clearing in a pine forest with a gravel access road, and the vehicle was the minivan I owned in 2001, a maroon Plymouth Voyager stick-shift with many issues that I eventually in real life gave up on after the brakes failed and I had to drive it 300 more miles with no brakes, but that detail did not feature in the dream, the van's brakes worked fine.)
It was me and two men, and the two men knew more about what was going on than I did, and didn't communicate with me, and one of them just-- disappeared, and the other was like no it's fine he knows a safer way out but we have to drive. So we did whatever we had to do, and then leapt back into the car and drove like hell, and then there were police cars everywhere and I knew they would machine-gun us and so we tried to duck low as we drove, and I drove like crazy and suddenly was on the on-ramp to a five-lane highway full of cars, and we merged terrifyingly into traffic, and I woke up with my heart pounding so hard I could hardly catch my breath.
It was super weird because it didn't make any sense but the panic response was absolutely real.
So that was restful.
I write it down mostly because of how absolutely not-vivid the dream was, I suppose to remind me; you don't have to tell a story well to have it be effective, because brains are weird things.
