My dreams have become increasingly bizarre in the last couple of weeks. I suppose they’ve always been weird, but last night’s takes the chocolate cake. (This is real, btw, not a fictional dream.) 🙂
I was at a party.. a fancy art gallery opening. I had on a red, sparkly gown, but i was in my stocking feet. Undressy white socks. I realized my shoes were on the floor in the back seat on the driver’s side of someone else’s car, so i went out to put them on. They were sneakers, not heels that would go with the gown i had on. I got in the car in the back, and the car turned on by itself. It started to drive itself around the parking lot. I freaked out, as any normal person would, being in a car that drives itself. So, i stood up and reached the steering wheel from the back. In waking life, my arms are not that long, but in this dream, i had no trouble reaching the wheel. I was able to steer for awhile and keep the car from going off the pavement and into the woods. But – then i went straight into the trees. I hit a big tree, but was unhurt. The car stopped dead, and i climbed out. I walked back to the party in my stocking feet. Guess i thought i no longer needed shoes.
— I walked back into the party, got a martini at the bar and got everyone’s attention. Turns out that after steering the car around for awhile, i figured out that every person in the room was cheating on his/her spouse. I started naming people. Everyone began arguing and throwing drinks at each other. Then it became an hors ‘doeuvre fight. Cocktail weenies and caviar everywhere, and i was loving it.
And that’s when i woke up. Sigh. What does all this mean? Thoughts? I’ve no idea. I guess it doesn’t have to mean anything. It just is. I would like to hear your opinions though! All i can come up with is something about back seat driving.
I’ll be back soon with a piece of flash fiction. Have a lovely Sunday and Happy Mothers Day to all Moms!