No one to tell
So…I always have
these funny and thoughtful dreams, that I liked to tell to people I lived
with. But now that I’m living on my own, it’s sad because I can’t tell anyone.
Just laugh at my own stupid dreams and then forget like it never happened.
So…Last night I
dreamed that there was this car and I don’t know why I always dream about cars,
mostly about me driving and then suddenly remembering that I don’t even have a
license, that kind of dream. Sometimes cops suddenly show up and sometimes I
forget where the brakes are. But this time I wasn’t the one driving. No it was
A that was supposed to drive. I don’t know where we were going but I saw
the Eiffel-tower on the way back, so maybe France, I don’t know. Anyways, there
was this funny car that two spots in the front, like normal cars, you know.
Like A drove and there was someone sitting beside her. Then there was
this carriage that was put behind the front, where two other people could sit,
but the carriage was a loose part of the car, that was attached to the front.
So when we drove to the place we needed to be, we were with four people. Two
people at the front, the driver included that was A btw. And then me and
another girl in the carriage behind. But then the way back, the carriage was
suddenly gone and I realized too late it was, because two people were going to
stay there and so the carriage wasn’t needed anymore. I could sit at the front
with A. It shouldn’t be a problem, but with dreams there is always a
weird problem and a weird solution. So, like I said, I noticed it too late,
because A was about to drive away, when I still had to take my place in
the carriage, that suddenly wasn’t there….and I thought, shit! I have no choice
but to jump on the back and hold on tight, because she is already driving. So
at the last moment, I jumped and with one hand I had some part of the car that
I could absolutely not lose because then I would fall down and get under a car
that was driving behind us. So I stood there on a small iron bar, with one hand
holding what looked like where the carriage would have been attached to and my
other hand holding a piece of fabric that I think was meant for the carriage
but wasn’t really there, but the dream just put fabric of some kind in my hand
and that made sense at that time.
You can imagine how
frightened that was. We were driving on the highway and the wind was blowing
and I could absolutely not lose my hold or I would become mush. And when I
started to lose my grip on the car, I had to switch hand (because that seemed
logical at that time) and let go of the fabric that didn’t make sense anyway to
grap it with my other hand without losing balance on the iron bar I stood on.
When we stopped for
a break, I hopped off with such an adrenaline kick that I could have cried and
laughed at the same time and no one had even noticed I had taken such a
dangerous ride. When we proceeded our way back to Holland, because I think we
were abroad because the eiffel-tower we drove past, I just jumped back on the
car instead of just getting in the car like a normal person and driving shotgun.
And that’s when I
started thinking….cops!!! haha it’s just always the same with me, you know,
cars and cops, I don’t know why, but it just is. So I thought, maybe this
wasn’t a bright idea as I imagined and maybe this could actually end up, me
being mush. And I started to get afraid again and then I started thinking two
things, one let’s hope we are almost home, but looking at the eiffel-tower we
just passed it could take awhile and two, let there not be any cops, because
this couldn’t be really legal. And I didn’t even finish that thought or yeah,
there was a cop on a motorcycle (a motorcycle really?!)
And he signed for
us to stop, which A's did, and I thought….shit!!! she is going to be super
pissed at me for driving this way even though it hadn't been my intention and
she totally almost left me behind. And then the car behind us, pulled up and it
was E with the guys (apparently they needed to show up at some point and this
seemed a reasonable time, so there they were) and then E started laughing
hysterical and at some point I couldn’t help laughing with (hoping it would
make A less mad at me and the cop of course not giving us a huge bill
that I couldn’t help, but know I would have to be the one to pay for, even though, like I said it
was totally A's her fault.)
And then E said:
<she didn’t even know why she was pulled over!!
And that was it….
