Dreaming of ... well.. Hmmm??
Oct. 6th, 2018 08:59 amI blame this dream on PF Chang's. Tasty, but it must have fueled the strangeness.
I was driving the Bearmobile (my coffee-colored Kia Soul) down Main Street in my hometown when another car pulled up beside me. The driver, some smiling, clean-shaven kid with awful teeth, pulled what looked like an Uzi and sprayed my car with it. I somehow ended up in the backseat with the car barreling down the road as the shooter drove away. I wasn't hit, but I couldn't seem to get up. My car just seemed to glide down the road, not hitting anything, almost like the car was self-guiding.
The dream shifted then and I was in a motel suite. It was nothing fancy, almost like a long trailer with a front living room, a bathroom with hallway, kitchen, and a bedroom all in a linear fashion with old time furniture from the 1950's. A family was taking care of me after this and one of the family members was![[profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
spatts5. He had a large comic book collection and it kept both of us occupied. I felt like I was in hiding and was careful not to be seen. Paul's family was large, include several sisters and female cousins and lots of kids running about.
I kept trying to call my sister, wanting to use the hotel phone instead of my cell so it would be obvious who was calling, but I could never seem to get through or things would be too noisy.
Paul's sisters were very excited for the coming evening, as they were going out. In the discussion, they alluded to the fact that they were werewolves (told you it was strange). I was not afraid of them as I seemed to understand that they were hiding and protecting me from whoever tried to bump me off.
Just as the ladies were about to hit the town, I woke up.
I was driving the Bearmobile (my coffee-colored Kia Soul) down Main Street in my hometown when another car pulled up beside me. The driver, some smiling, clean-shaven kid with awful teeth, pulled what looked like an Uzi and sprayed my car with it. I somehow ended up in the backseat with the car barreling down the road as the shooter drove away. I wasn't hit, but I couldn't seem to get up. My car just seemed to glide down the road, not hitting anything, almost like the car was self-guiding.
The dream shifted then and I was in a motel suite. It was nothing fancy, almost like a long trailer with a front living room, a bathroom with hallway, kitchen, and a bedroom all in a linear fashion with old time furniture from the 1950's. A family was taking care of me after this and one of the family members was
spatts5. He had a large comic book collection and it kept both of us occupied. I felt like I was in hiding and was careful not to be seen. Paul's family was large, include several sisters and female cousins and lots of kids running about. I kept trying to call my sister, wanting to use the hotel phone instead of my cell so it would be obvious who was calling, but I could never seem to get through or things would be too noisy.
Paul's sisters were very excited for the coming evening, as they were going out. In the discussion, they alluded to the fact that they were werewolves (told you it was strange). I was not afraid of them as I seemed to understand that they were hiding and protecting me from whoever tried to bump me off.
Just as the ladies were about to hit the town, I woke up.
