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gnomiI don't usually mention dreams here, either because (a) I don't remember them for long enough after I wake up or (b) they're relatively normal and straightforward. But over Shavuot (on Saturday afternoon, I believe), I had a really bizarre dream that I recalled well enough to retell it to my parents and to mabfan.
In my dream,mabfan and I were at my parents, but were heading back to our place. As we left my parents' driveway, I noticed that an old-style Oldsmobile (with fins; the car was royal blue, with white stripes on the hood and a white racing stripe) was being launched into the sky from the yard next door. So mabfan and I drive down my parents' street and head toward the highway to go back home, when I realized that I forgot something. We pull off the road onto a side street (why we didn't just turn the car around, I'm not sure), and I go to the back of the car and pull out an adult-sized tricycle. mabfan and I have a short discussion about who is going to ride and who is going to walk, and it's decided that he'll ride and I'll walk.
We start walking back toward my parents' house, and we encounterseborn. At this point, mabfan's tricycle has sprouted a passenger seat, up and behind the "driver." seborn sits there, and we continue on to my parents'. As we're going down the side street that will connect us back to the main road that goes to my parents', a female moose walks across our path, and so we stop to watch her. The moose continues down the road toward my parents' house, and we all follow her (at some point here, seborn morphed into farwing and then morphed back).
The moose eventually fades from our line of sight, and we continue on the road to my parents'. Along the way, we come across a van that contains, among others,beckyfeld, osewalrus, and their son, plus osewalrus' younger brother and his family. We convince them to follow us back to the house, which they do. And somewhere along this route, we pick up one other guy, who walks along with me, but I don't know who he was.
As we get to my parents' street, we run into my father, who is riding a tricycle similar to the onemabfan is on, down to the sidecar-esque thing above the driver. However, for that sidecar, the rider has to ride backwards. Abba convinces me to get into the sidecar, which I do, and then he starts driving up the street backwards, putting me into the line of oncoming traffic (a note here -- I grew up on a dead end. There's little to no oncoming traffic 99% of the time in real life). So I'm calling out to Abba when I'm about to be hit by cars, and he continues to swerve just in time.
We all -- the two tricycles, the van, and the random guy -- all arrive at my parents' house, and we're pulling into the driveway when the aforementioned Oldsmobile comes tearing out of the sky, buzzes my parents' mailbox, and lands on their front yard, just barely missing the assembled multitude. The guy who's been with us that I don't know says something snarky (at the time of the dream, I must've known what he said, but even as soon as I woke up I didn't recall it), and I say to him, "I don't think I like you very much."
And then I woke up.
mabfan.In my dream,
mabfan and I were at my parents, but were heading back to our place. As we left my parents' driveway, I noticed that an old-style Oldsmobile (with fins; the car was royal blue, with white stripes on the hood and a white racing stripe) was being launched into the sky from the yard next door. So mabfan and I drive down my parents' street and head toward the highway to go back home, when I realized that I forgot something. We pull off the road onto a side street (why we didn't just turn the car around, I'm not sure), and I go to the back of the car and pull out an adult-sized tricycle. mabfan and I have a short discussion about who is going to ride and who is going to walk, and it's decided that he'll ride and I'll walk.We start walking back toward my parents' house, and we encounter
seborn. At this point, mabfan's tricycle has sprouted a passenger seat, up and behind the "driver." seborn sits there, and we continue on to my parents'. As we're going down the side street that will connect us back to the main road that goes to my parents', a female moose walks across our path, and so we stop to watch her. The moose continues down the road toward my parents' house, and we all follow her (at some point here, seborn morphed into farwing and then morphed back).The moose eventually fades from our line of sight, and we continue on the road to my parents'. Along the way, we come across a van that contains, among others,
beckyfeld, osewalrus, and their son, plus osewalrus' younger brother and his family. We convince them to follow us back to the house, which they do. And somewhere along this route, we pick up one other guy, who walks along with me, but I don't know who he was.As we get to my parents' street, we run into my father, who is riding a tricycle similar to the one
mabfan is on, down to the sidecar-esque thing above the driver. However, for that sidecar, the rider has to ride backwards. Abba convinces me to get into the sidecar, which I do, and then he starts driving up the street backwards, putting me into the line of oncoming traffic (a note here -- I grew up on a dead end. There's little to no oncoming traffic 99% of the time in real life). So I'm calling out to Abba when I'm about to be hit by cars, and he continues to swerve just in time. We all -- the two tricycles, the van, and the random guy -- all arrive at my parents' house, and we're pulling into the driveway when the aforementioned Oldsmobile comes tearing out of the sky, buzzes my parents' mailbox, and lands on their front yard, just barely missing the assembled multitude. The guy who's been with us that I don't know says something snarky (at the time of the dream, I must've known what he said, but even as soon as I woke up I didn't recall it), and I say to him, "I don't think I like you very much."
And then I woke up.
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Date: 2006-06-05 05:28 pm (UTC)I will give over only this nugget from the Sefer Hasidim: that one shouldn't tell anyone the content of his dream, not even his wife.
sorry bout that
Date: 2006-06-05 05:30 pm (UTC)Re: sorry bout that
Date: 2006-06-05 06:16 pm (UTC)I'll make sure not to tell my wife about my dream. :-)
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Date: 2006-06-06 01:51 am (UTC)You're always running into friends and bringing them to your parents' circle of friends (including moose, apparently).
The racing car sounds a bit like
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