Dream
I’m going down to Arizona to see some
family. Apparently, my route takes me through some caves. Someone has told me (possibly my Aunt Joni) that in these
caves is a special type of rock that can add a nice flavor to chewing gum
(huh?), so I stop to check this out. The mineral in question is a kind of marbled
blue stone that makes up one wall of the cave. I clean off a section of wall (rub
any loose dirt off anyway), and stick a piece of lightly chewed gum to it. The flavor takes a while to soak in so I'll have to come back for the gum later. I make my way through the rest of the cave and find an old
truck parked at the exit. It is a two door junker, and has right hand drive. I
get in and start heading down some country roads to get to meet up with my relatives. I’m having a real hard time driving the truck. Being on the wrong side
is throwing me off, and I’m having a hard time hitting the pedals. They seem to be
set up for use with the left foot, and even when I can find them the breaks are
fairly worthless (bad breaks seem to be a common occurrence in my dreams). I
hear the approaching sirens of an ambulance but struggle to pull over. I end up
driving on the shoulder and just coast to slow down since I can’t get the breaks to
work. A second ambulance passes me and the process is repeated. I eventually
meet up with my cousin Harrison (a younger cousin) and my uncle Loose (his
actual name is Roger, but Loose is much more fitting). I ditch my old truck and
Loose drives us into Phoenix. He complains about the traffic and how long it
takes to drive through town. He makes a comment that if you’re going to attempt
the trip you should bring a change of clothes because it'll take more than
a day. The 20 mile trip does end up taking us into the night so we eventually
stop driving. We walk downtown and all of the sidewalks are packed with people.
Loose tells Harrison to stay put while he and I continue, but Harrison doesn’t
comply (I agree with him since it was so crowded that we would never be able to
find him again). We end up going into a bar and Loose offer to get us both
sodas (I don’t drink and Harrison is underage). He is given a receipt for the
drinks and he puts it into his pocket with an exaggerated gesture and say “for
my records” in a sarcastic manner.
Analysis
I do have family that lives in Arizona
during the winter, so that’s a thing. I’ve never heard of rocks that could add
flavor to gum (it would be hilariously stupendous if real), and have never had
to pilot a right hand drive vehicle.
Bad breaks seem to show up in my dreams
after I drive on snow, and are probably just symptoms of the anxiety that this
can produce. Losing control of a fast moving vehicle is not something that outright
terrifies me, but I don’t relish the thought either. Pulling over for
ambulances is another driving related uneasiness of mine, since I always worry
that I won’t get out of the way fast enough.
I live in a part of the country where
traffic jams don’t really exist, so I’m not sure where that part of the dream
comes from. It merged right into the busy sidewalks which are another thing I’ve
never experienced. As a big fan of personal space, I can’t say that I ever want
to.
The attempt to get Harrison to stop and
wait for us is unfathomable to me, both in the dream and out. It may have been
because he didn’t want to take him into the bar, but no one seemed to mind when
we got there. The sodas seemed to imply that neither Harrison nor I were very
good drinking partners, but I liked the joke about the receipt. I’m pretty sure
that a purchase should have to be over $20 to involve a receipt, and even then
I rarely see the point.
Auguries
Always carry a change of clothes. Also gum.
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