Not Going Anywhere

There are dreams that are incredibly detailed and linear–which I put in a category of their own; and dreams that I believe are precognitive, which also have a category of their own; and dreams I can easily see the physical-venting biological process in, another category; and the there’s dreams that are similar to meditations but less intentional, where I interact with other parts of me; there is also a category of dream that I think is very common in our species, and basically represents a little bit of all those things put together.

These are the ones where the symbolism is the part you read. Houses and vehicles and water and snakes and things like that, map out the structure.

I woke up at 4:30am this morning and was going to meditate, sitting up comfortably. Instead I eventually fell asleep before I had begun.

I dreamed that I was driving down a 12-lane highway. There was a storm so bad it was nearly a hurricane, not so much with the winds but with the water, pouring down on my car. There were hardly any other cars on the grey wet road. I wanted to get somewhere. I was going to an airport to go somewhere. The effect of the water and wind on my driving was making it a little erratic and I worried I would crash, so I moved to the very center of the highway to give myself lots of room for safety.

I thought I was doing fine when suddenly, my front left wheel came right off. The car crashed to the ground and was skidding half-sideways and I fought to have enough control, with the wheel remaining, to not run into any other car on the nearly empty highway. Finally I came to a stop. I was a little stunned.

Three men, expert mechanics, showed up and rescued me from being stuck in the middle of the highway.  I was nice to them, and they to me, and they took me to the actual airport which I had not been far from. They were taking care of putting my car somewhere. I considered it unworkable and unfixable. I would be moving on without a car from now on.

At the airport, I was to take flight 80A to my destination. But apparently this hadn’t gone out in a while and there was no ETA on when it would.  People were backing up on the waiting list. I looked at the flight that was a return from that destination, expecting it to be numbered 81, but instead it was numbered 80B. I saw an invoice the mechanics had submitted to some official for my car. It seemed like rather a lot (I can’t remember the number but it was in the 600′s range) but they had commented on it that the driver (me) had been very kind.

I found a waiting room where people were staying, waiting for flight 80A to be departing. It was very quiet, so I snuck in quietly. The room was filled with beds, bunks 2 and 3 high. I couldn’t find one to sleep in because it was full, a body in every bed. Some of them were listening to hemi-sync audio tracks, and I recognized that they were very relaxed, and waiting to have an out of body experience.  This had some vague relationship to them flying away, which they were waiting for flight 80A to do.

As I was in the room, a woman in charge came in, and I suggested to her that they make a whole range of these tapes available for people interested, and she snorted in slight derision that this was old tech. I understood that she meant there was some audio equivalent of the modern 3D video, that audio was the norm now, and cassette tapes were never used anymore.

Since I interpreted that dream to mean I was gonna die, I’m glad an advanced tech not common yet was in it somewhere. That at least gives me hope it might be awhile!

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