November 29th, 2006 by Atomictumor
So, I was exhausted when I got back from picking up the kids, and just got up from a nice nap. I had this dream:
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We’re in the Volvo, but the interior is more modern. I’m in the front seat with, the kids are in the back. Its the intersection of Emory Valley Rd and Lafayette Rd, as portrayed on some kind of Road Runnery cliff. The sun is setting in front of us (which I just realized would be the east, but lets let that ride, OK?) and I’m trying to turn left, along with a lot of traffic.
Everybody starts pulling forward, and I go with them. One of those ‘distractions’ happens, and when I look up again my vehicle had rear ended the car in front of me, a late 50s couple, well dressed. Because my car had violated their car, evidently the glass and metal of my car stopped being there, so I could hear the guy in front saying “Hey, get out of my car, you!”.
I backed up, and the only damage, other than some scrapes to our respective bumpers was the fact that my front wheels had popped and were slowly leaking air. Crap, I said, and stood there watching the air for a few minutes. The kids were still in the back, the road was now devoid of traffic except us and the car I hit.
He starts getting out, and I prepare for the post-accident finger pointing. I go ahead and call my insurance place, which also happens to be an independent pizza shoppe (yum) and start talking biz.
At this point, apparently, my mother had shown up out of nowhere, and was talking to the woman from the other car. Turns out, she had lost a kid on 9/11. I debated whether to tell her about BJ.
At this point, I think, I lost the thread of any kind of coherence to the dream, or woke up, or something, because I have no more to report. Not sure if the pizza place ever came through with a decent collision claim.
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It occurred to me as I started writing this that I’m not sure if BJ was in the car with me. I remember knowing in the dream that she was dead, but that fact hadn’t dominated my realization like it does in real life, making me think that her presence was there. But not.
I never put much stock in dreams. In fact, I very rarely have dreams that I remember. BJ would have the strangest, most vivid dreams, tho, so I think I pulled this one out of her stack, or something. Feel free to put on your Freud glasses and tell me what my future is if you wanna.
I think I might have pizza for supper, tho.
November 29th, 2006 at 6:27 pm
You said: “Feel free to put on your Freud glasses and tell me what my future is if you wanna. ” and I say, “thank you very much, I think I will”. First off, no matter what anyone tells you, you are the only one who can interpret your dreams. There are dream websites with dictionaries for dream objects and, as odd as it sounded to me, they are pretty accurate as guides. Guides only because, as I say, only you really know. All that said,ask yourself if your dream you is wondering where & what your place will be in BJ’s parent’s lives. You seemed to fit well with them, as long as BJ was along for the ride (see…ride, car), but now you wonder if your presence is an invasion. I know that you know nothing has changed in that regard, and you have the boys which is now and always your connection, but somewhere that is on your mind. Or maybe not, but try it on for size and see if that kind of thinking leads you to something. Also, before the illness, you were just bumping along the highway of life, following the traffic flow, everything working out okay, then suddenly, even with the help of friendly pizza people you are involved in a calamity. Dreams are wonderful ways to figure out problems that overwhelm us when awake. And your being able to remember it gives you an opportunity to understand. Sue
November 29th, 2006 at 6:36 pm
I think it means for you not to forget to pay your insurance bill. And BJ is saying it’s okay for you to order pizza tonight. I know I know, I should do this for a living right?
November 29th, 2006 at 7:14 pm
I think if Freud got his hands on this it would inevitably be about your mother, your negative potty training, or oral fixation/the need to be breast fed.
Dreams are weird little devils. I seem to get injured in mine. Last night it was my ankle. Twisted that sucker almost completely off. My old trumpet teacher was in it. He was my soccer coach in the dream — never played soccer. So with my ankle, I forced myself to play soccer. In my dreams I have been shot, beat up, lost, dying, and my teeth have fallen out.
Maybe it is about what was and what is happening. Your life essentially rear ended the way you thought your life should actually go.
Or you just ate too much goat cheese - in that case park yourself in the john with the lappy.
tg
November 29th, 2006 at 8:04 pm
Mmm. Pizza.
November 29th, 2006 at 8:10 pm
My husbands job recently became under serious threat, due to no fault of his own. It’s a situation that’s totally out of our control. He’s the breadwinner, I stay home with the kids.
That night and for nights after, I kept dreaming of decapitations. Not of people (thank goodness!) but of statues and inanimate objects. I finally came to understand that the dreams represented my fears — our income, the thing that powers our home and feeds our children, may be cut off. Once I understood that, the dreams stopped.
I think with dreams, you can’t over analyze or be too literal, you just have to sit back and let your head figure it out. My experience with those more vivid kinds of dreams tells me that they usually are significant in telling you a bit about your emotions at the moment.
November 29th, 2006 at 8:21 pm
I worked in mental health for a very long time and here’s a little food for thought about dreams that I’ve learned.
1. Some therapists will tell you that every character in your dream represents another point of view. You might want to consider the dream from each person’s stance and see if there is anything to learn that way.
2. Driving usually symbolizes control. The car usually symbolizes how in control you are. For example, if the car you’re driving isn’t responding to you (broken brakes, uncontrollable steering) its sort of obvious how you’re feeling about things.
3. The car itself (dreams of houses are similar) represents your environment and your life in it. A house/car that is super junky and filled with stuff might represent how you see things now.
Of course, this is all very subjective and might very well be rubbish!
Peace out.
November 29th, 2006 at 8:21 pm
I just have to say for your Mom and mine - that it shows our Moms will always be there and we know it / take comfort in that.
~tonya
November 29th, 2006 at 10:14 pm
I’m not sure what your future is going to be…..hell, I can’t even figure out what i’m having for supper, BUT you called my phone number in your dream and ordered a large pepperoni pizza with a deductable of $500. :-O Hmmm……..everything will sort itself out just go along for he ride.
November 30th, 2006 at 12:06 pm
AT, I got rear-ended day before yesterday. Was it me that you hit? hahaha! seriously - my dreams are wild and confusing and vivid and I have yet to make much sense out of them. Sounds like you’re just trying to mentally sort things out.
November 30th, 2006 at 12:07 pm
Since my mom died, now when I dream about her, she’s almost always “dead” in my dreams even though she’s walking around and talking to me and hanging out with me and other people can see her and talk to her too and such. So she’ll say something irritating in that mom-like way of moms, and I’ll say, “Yeah, well, what’s it to you? You’re dead!” (We have that kind of relationship where we could tell each other difficult truths like that…)
I do enjoy dreaming about Mom now. It’s comforting to me. Of course, a mom is totally different than losing a spouse. So I’m not sure what my point is…probably there isn’t one. Kind of like most of my dreams.