Out of control car
I had a dream last night where I was coming home from the airport. For some reason I had two cars at the airport. I initially had trouble finding my car, but then I remembered it was parked next to a blue Volkswagen Beetle. Afterward that one car somehow duplicated into two cars at the ramp to get out of the Akron-Canton airport (except the Akron-Canton airport was apparently out in the middle of what looked like Oklahoma or maybe Arizona). Anyway, in dream logic I was going to be able to drive both cars at once. But I had to get out of the front car, which was my Kia Rio, and into the back car, which was my mother's car (which I think was something grey and generic, probably a Ford Focus; she actually as a grey Prius). I had just gotten into my mom's car when the Kia decided it was going to just go along ahead of me, and it actually sped up. I was exhausted from doing whatever traveling, oddly I think in my dream I had just attended the American Libraries Association Conference, so I decided I was just going to go home and there was no way I could catch my car anyway. When I got home, mom's car disappeared and I was left alone in the house, which was actually my grandpa's house a little bigger and more up to date.
No one was home, but at some point mom had made cookies. And then I also looked through the fridge to find something to eat. I remember there being an empty carton of Moose Tracks in the sink. I remember heating up some leftover or frozen broccoli. I remember looking in the freezer and seeing jars of spices and a container of brown soup. I'm mostly including this because I'm surprised at how many detail were in my dream, and how many I can remember.
At some point Scott came home and we figured out what to do. I was going to start out by going to find my car with him, but then we decided it would be easier just to call a tow truck (since my car would most likely need it) and just find the car with the operator. We actually found the car pretty quickly, it had taken an initial left out of the airport and then another left maybe 1/4 of a mile away from the airport (it was right next to a residential area). I was actually able to see the car take that first left in the first part of the dream. Once it was in the residential area we decided to take another left, and finally another left into a cul de sac. We found my car at the end of the cul de sac and it was embedded into a brand new blue truck (looked like a Chevy). When you first looked at my car it looked like that was absolutely no damage on it, until you walked around to the driver's side front. Then it looked like my car had tried to eat the truck. The owner's were all piled into the Chevy, all five of of them and were just watching me as I tried to get the car off of the truck. By the time they started to get over their shock and start yelling at me I woke up because I decided, no way am I going to listen to some bullshit yelling over something that was not directly my fault to begin with, and happened in a dream anyway.
No one was home, but at some point mom had made cookies. And then I also looked through the fridge to find something to eat. I remember there being an empty carton of Moose Tracks in the sink. I remember heating up some leftover or frozen broccoli. I remember looking in the freezer and seeing jars of spices and a container of brown soup. I'm mostly including this because I'm surprised at how many detail were in my dream, and how many I can remember.
At some point Scott came home and we figured out what to do. I was going to start out by going to find my car with him, but then we decided it would be easier just to call a tow truck (since my car would most likely need it) and just find the car with the operator. We actually found the car pretty quickly, it had taken an initial left out of the airport and then another left maybe 1/4 of a mile away from the airport (it was right next to a residential area). I was actually able to see the car take that first left in the first part of the dream. Once it was in the residential area we decided to take another left, and finally another left into a cul de sac. We found my car at the end of the cul de sac and it was embedded into a brand new blue truck (looked like a Chevy). When you first looked at my car it looked like that was absolutely no damage on it, until you walked around to the driver's side front. Then it looked like my car had tried to eat the truck. The owner's were all piled into the Chevy, all five of of them and were just watching me as I tried to get the car off of the truck. By the time they started to get over their shock and start yelling at me I woke up because I decided, no way am I going to listen to some bullshit yelling over something that was not directly my fault to begin with, and happened in a dream anyway.