I had the strangest dream this morning; I had
woke up around 4:35 AM, but because I would be with friends around noon, I
forced myself to try to get some more zzzz’s in before actually getting up and
getting on with the day.
Between 4:35 AM and 6:35 AM, I did actually
manage to catch some shut-eye. But a disturbing dream is what woke me up at
6:35.
I remember jerking awake and thinking, “What the
heck?!”
And then, immediately reviewing the events to see
if there was a message in there somewhere.
Bob was in my dream. We were in a truck – I
didn’t recognize the truck; it wasn’t one we had ever owned: but in my dream,
it was definitely ours. And the truck bed was loaded with our things. I don’t
know where we were headed, but wherever it was … we never got there.
Instead, in my dream, we got sidetracked by some
someone who needed help: so Bob parked off the side of a driveway up the road a
bit; and walked back to help that person. He acted like he knew him: but that
was just Bob’s character – he never met anyone he didn’t immediately
befriend. I watched him walk down the road and stand there talking to the
other fella. Then, my attention was riveted to my immediate surroundings: a man
was on the porch of a house raised off the ground about 6 feet. He was talking
to someone out of sight; he didn’t look happy. Pretty soon, a frustrated woman
wearing a white tee and jeans met him on the porch and they went into the house
together.
When the house door closed, our truck jumped
gears somehow, and started rolling backwards – not fast, just moving backwards.
I was on the passenger side, and though it was a bench seat … I couldn’t slide
over to the driver’s side because there was a pile of stuff heaped in the
center of the seat. I glanced out the back window, and tried to get Bob’s
attention, thinking, “Bob! Turn around and see what is happening!” At that
point, the truck had totally left one side of the road, and slid sideways on
the loose gravel; and the tires caught the raised gravel lip. But because there
really was no actual shoulder on that edge of the road, the truck left the road
and started rolling speedily backwards down an incline: the incline was not
steep, but it was angled enough that the truck was moving at a pretty good clip
backwards. As it was moving, I lost all sight of Bob, the road, and
civilization. The truck, careening backwards and picking up speed, was snapping
off tree limbs as it moved further and further away from where it had been
parked. I shouted, “Bob! Bob!” – but that was only to comfort myself, because
there was no real way that Bob would have heard me … the truck had traveled too
far away. I remember thinking, “The truck is going to look like it has gone
through a war zone” as I watched the limbs being struck off with the backward
propellation. And I started thinking about how to protect myself from serious
injury when the truck finally slammed up against something that would halt it.
I was hoping I would be able to exit the truck at some point. Knowing Bob
would, at some point, notice the truck was missing – I knew he’d start looking
for it – and hoped there would be enough evidence at the point where the
truck left the roadway; that finding me would happen sooner rather than
later. That cheered me up a little and I thought, “I’ll honk the horn to call
him to me.”
And then I woke up.
But it did unnerve me a little.
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