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I just woke up from a bizarre dream.
First we were in this house on my old street. The owners had moved out, and it seemed like my extended family was remodeling it. There was a lot of stuff about mirrors.
Then I was somewhere with a friend (I can't remember whom) and it seemed like a library that had a lot of floors. This person with some sort of European accent approached us and asked for help finding a book. She was very attractive, but had a man's voice. I tried to tell her where the book was, but I was confused.
I went into a bathroom. It was clearly a public bathroom that had a lot of stalls, and I think I was in a corner one. All of the sudden, someone is banging on the stall door, and I look up, and there's some person (I don't remember the person's gender) looking over the stall, on the shoulders of someone else. I totally flipped out, and felt trapped. I think something similar had happened earlier in the dream.
Then the person who was looking into my stall - I think it was a woman - tried to calm me down and explained who she was and that they'd been doing this all day, acting like ghosts, using the mirrors from that house. Somehow this was an okay explanation for me.
We went back to the house and were having dinner. Food would move around the table, and people would point out that it was just others playing with the mirrors - it wasn't ghosts.
Then I was going somewhere. I was driving, but it wasn't my car. I think the owner was sitting in the passenger seat, and my mom might've been in the back seat. Driving around a parking lot, I realize that the breaks suck real bad, but I keep driving onto the real road. I need to take a right turn at a light, and as it turns red, I can't stop, so I cut into traffic turning right, and decide I need to get off the road. I get in the middle of a line of buses and follow them into a school, driving too fast because of my bad breaks.
Finally I stop the car and climb out to figure out what the problem is. The front driver's side tire is completely flat. I walk around the car, and realize that it's actually a big blue bus that I've been driving, and that five of my eight tires are very flat, to the point of having some metal spokes sticking into the ground. We call a repair person to fix it, since I've probably destroyed a lot of the car/bus by driving it like that.
Then, in real life, Allie called, and I woke up.
I think I should take my car in to get looked at...
How do you interpret this?
First we were in this house on my old street. The owners had moved out, and it seemed like my extended family was remodeling it. There was a lot of stuff about mirrors.
Then I was somewhere with a friend (I can't remember whom) and it seemed like a library that had a lot of floors. This person with some sort of European accent approached us and asked for help finding a book. She was very attractive, but had a man's voice. I tried to tell her where the book was, but I was confused.
I went into a bathroom. It was clearly a public bathroom that had a lot of stalls, and I think I was in a corner one. All of the sudden, someone is banging on the stall door, and I look up, and there's some person (I don't remember the person's gender) looking over the stall, on the shoulders of someone else. I totally flipped out, and felt trapped. I think something similar had happened earlier in the dream.
Then the person who was looking into my stall - I think it was a woman - tried to calm me down and explained who she was and that they'd been doing this all day, acting like ghosts, using the mirrors from that house. Somehow this was an okay explanation for me.
We went back to the house and were having dinner. Food would move around the table, and people would point out that it was just others playing with the mirrors - it wasn't ghosts.
Then I was going somewhere. I was driving, but it wasn't my car. I think the owner was sitting in the passenger seat, and my mom might've been in the back seat. Driving around a parking lot, I realize that the breaks suck real bad, but I keep driving onto the real road. I need to take a right turn at a light, and as it turns red, I can't stop, so I cut into traffic turning right, and decide I need to get off the road. I get in the middle of a line of buses and follow them into a school, driving too fast because of my bad breaks.
Finally I stop the car and climb out to figure out what the problem is. The front driver's side tire is completely flat. I walk around the car, and realize that it's actually a big blue bus that I've been driving, and that five of my eight tires are very flat, to the point of having some metal spokes sticking into the ground. We call a repair person to fix it, since I've probably destroyed a lot of the car/bus by driving it like that.
Then, in real life, Allie called, and I woke up.
I think I should take my car in to get looked at...
How do you interpret this?