Creepy Dreams with Vader as a Cameo
Sometimes I think naptime dreams are the wierdest.
Dreams are very odd things, and dreams within dreams are even odder. Started out dreaming of asking Andrew to move the car a little. I guess it was in the way or something and rolling it a few feet should have been fine. I go out later and find the car parked in the driveway, facing outwards, but there's no way he could have backed it into there seeing as there wasn't enough room to get around Caitlin's car and the stairs and wall. He had take down onto the road and around through the trees and pulled it forward is all I can figure. And put the bikes back exactly where they were. Hopefully? I don't even want to think that he wheelied on the side wheels to get it in there...
Then off course I'm telling Karen about this, that I'd dreamed it, in the dream. And as she usually is she's as long as you just dreamed he did, you'll be fine, and even if he did, he didn't mess anything up at least. Which is true.
Then, I happen to be on her truck, I ain't the only one either, there's other people as well. They seem to be a friends, and her parents. So, I was told to behave and all. No walking around nude and that sorta thing. Which is fine, except at the moment I'm nude with just a blanket wrapped around me. We're pulled into some fast food lot and Karen is in getting food. This truck she has is something else. It's just the cab, but the back, where the bed is an all, as an actual couch and full windows on the sides, the currents were currently pulled back, and somebody up front said something to me, that startled me. Can't remember what it was, but I fell across the couch and one boob fell out of the blanket cover. I think I scared some people in the car next to us, but I'm not sure. So I threw up a makeshift curtain to get dressed in, since the regular one was tied open and I well I really just needed to get a shirt on.
So I'm digging for my clothes, Andrews in the back with me snacking on something and the shirt I had found I lost in the blankets somehow and so I found another one and I couldn't get it on at first. Was really kinda interesting, and luckily I guess I was actually skinnier in this dream. That's always nice. It's a new shirt I picked up, because it was in rainbow stripes with Pussyfoot on the front of it. I didn't actually open the shirt I guess because I was a little confused by it. Seems there were a set of snaps at the top and at the bottom, this allowed the wearer to reposition things a little so it could be worn two ways. One side with Pussyfoot, the other side with Tweety bird. There was no true front/back or up/down, since you flipped it over and turned it around, depending on which character you wanted on front and the snaps adjusted the opening for the neck and bottom of the shirt. Don't ask me how the sleeves work. I'm not really sure, but it was short sleeved.
So, sometime later we're at home. The house is no house that I know of, but it's pretty snazzy. Back door steps down into a small personal kitchen and then there's some more steps down into a little den area that's under an inner balcony and I've a little door that steps up into my room. There are stairs just off the kitchen leading up to the edge of the balcony near my room into an open area with seating, then going back towards the kitchen was a closed office and then another little room that drops down a few steps with a small TV and sitting and then the balcony wraps around and then there are steps going down into a living area and main part of the house. This part has it's own bedrooms and kitchen and such.
I'm wandering around and we're all talking and Caiti, of course, is being a snot and keeps messing with the Tweety bird on my shirt. Everything seems to be okay and such and I head outside because I need to get something from the car. Now, I look down towards the drive, which is now not like what we have at home and how I saw it in the earlier dream in a dream, but it's back a distance to the left among some trees and not up against the house. Still, I look and the car isn't there, it shouldn't be. I look to the right and its there on the road as it should be. Course, this road isn't our circle, but it's some long dirt road that it's a side road on one side and out to the main road on the other side.
It's getting dark, but it's not too bad yet and I'm walking around, barefoot as I usually am anyways and there's a rolls royce or limp or something and it was a raised engine through the hood. I mean it was boxy like a rolls or something, it was black and chrome. The engine was chrome. Anything not black or window was chrome. I remember thinking that I'm gonna need to have to get a picture of uncle's car before he leaves.
Well, I get into the car, just a dirty, brown, Chevy Malibu. Not sure what I was really doing, but well, I stick the keys in to start it and the car starts rolling forward. Don't ask me why someone leaving it in drive would cause it to roll just because the keys in it. The keys weren't even turned. Just my bad luck really, but I was thinking I was gonna kill mother and get after her for not putting it into park. Course this is something that tends to be typical of dreams with cars in them. But it's rolling for uncles car. I get the thing turned so it only scrapes the corner and then it's rolling backwards. Go fig. Brakes, of course, or not working and I'm trying to get them to stop.
What's really different about this dream is now there are cops patrolling around, down /our/ dirt drive no less. Well car rolls out into the side street and I manage to get it going forward again. Still no power, but it's rolling forward, before the cop gets there to investigate me rolling out into a public street. I don't know why I was so nervous, but I did /not/ want the cops poking around. Well, I do manage to get it to stay still. By now it's past twilight and getting fairly dark.
Now there's a cop coming my way down the drive and I'm sitting there, just waiting for them to shine those lights into the car and stop. Amazingly they kept going. But what followed was even scarier, there came more cars, this time with flashlights and spotlights looking. I didn't have a chance to get whatever I needed to get out of the glove compartment or passenger side. It was over there, but I didn't know where exactly.
I did know I did not want to be seen by those lights. Especially when choppers came out as well with spotlights. There was gunfire, they were shooting anybody they saw out there. I slid down, pushing my feet towards the passenger side and my torso down towards the floor on the drivers side. I was scared.
Even worse, because I thought for sure, someone would see me hiding there and shoot me. One time I slipped up a little and say a car sitting right out in front facing my car. I went back down. I ended up hitting the windshield washer, sending fluid up spraying, luckily the wipers weren't moving. But I thought for sure they'd see that and know someone was in there. Course, I was thinking that of all times, now was the time that someone besides me actually filled it.
More time went one, the sounds of gunfire died away. I waited a few minutes and looked again, nobody out the front and passenger side. Slowly I move a little higher, no one by the fence on the driver side or behind me. Though there's a line of cars coming up the main street. I grab a jacket, my purse, that's what I was getting and then then carefully open the door, I'm still, not a sound. I slide out onto the grass and carefully shut the door and roll under my uncles car. Not a moment too soon it seems, for some official vehicles pull up into the drive and start coming across the lawn to the front doors. I'm scared. I shouldn't be outside. I'm guessing there's some sort of curfew in effect.
They go in and grabbing my things I high-tail it for the back door and slip down into the kitchen and then scramble into my room just before they come around the balcony, like I hadn't even left. Oddly enough, the important visitor is Vader and he's here to see my uncle. Scary. Even worse, I find I personally know him. Or at least he tends to ask for me to attend to him or something. I'm quickly getting dressed appropriately and call out wanting to know if Vader wants to see me as well, and I'm told no. There's a sigh of relief and I'm preparing to leave instead. I'm sticking some sort of glow stick up into a part of my shelf, for the odd reason of at tome point it's supposed to fall out and help someone else. Don't ask me. But I'm then heading up the stairs, the door into the office is shut and Andrew's watching TV in the little nook, they'd kicked him out of the office. At this point all I know that I've got to get the people who are going to leave with me, to leave.
And then I woke up.
Dreams are very odd things, and dreams within dreams are even odder. Started out dreaming of asking Andrew to move the car a little. I guess it was in the way or something and rolling it a few feet should have been fine. I go out later and find the car parked in the driveway, facing outwards, but there's no way he could have backed it into there seeing as there wasn't enough room to get around Caitlin's car and the stairs and wall. He had take down onto the road and around through the trees and pulled it forward is all I can figure. And put the bikes back exactly where they were. Hopefully? I don't even want to think that he wheelied on the side wheels to get it in there...
Then off course I'm telling Karen about this, that I'd dreamed it, in the dream. And as she usually is she's as long as you just dreamed he did, you'll be fine, and even if he did, he didn't mess anything up at least. Which is true.
Then, I happen to be on her truck, I ain't the only one either, there's other people as well. They seem to be a friends, and her parents. So, I was told to behave and all. No walking around nude and that sorta thing. Which is fine, except at the moment I'm nude with just a blanket wrapped around me. We're pulled into some fast food lot and Karen is in getting food. This truck she has is something else. It's just the cab, but the back, where the bed is an all, as an actual couch and full windows on the sides, the currents were currently pulled back, and somebody up front said something to me, that startled me. Can't remember what it was, but I fell across the couch and one boob fell out of the blanket cover. I think I scared some people in the car next to us, but I'm not sure. So I threw up a makeshift curtain to get dressed in, since the regular one was tied open and I well I really just needed to get a shirt on.
So I'm digging for my clothes, Andrews in the back with me snacking on something and the shirt I had found I lost in the blankets somehow and so I found another one and I couldn't get it on at first. Was really kinda interesting, and luckily I guess I was actually skinnier in this dream. That's always nice. It's a new shirt I picked up, because it was in rainbow stripes with Pussyfoot on the front of it. I didn't actually open the shirt I guess because I was a little confused by it. Seems there were a set of snaps at the top and at the bottom, this allowed the wearer to reposition things a little so it could be worn two ways. One side with Pussyfoot, the other side with Tweety bird. There was no true front/back or up/down, since you flipped it over and turned it around, depending on which character you wanted on front and the snaps adjusted the opening for the neck and bottom of the shirt. Don't ask me how the sleeves work. I'm not really sure, but it was short sleeved.
So, sometime later we're at home. The house is no house that I know of, but it's pretty snazzy. Back door steps down into a small personal kitchen and then there's some more steps down into a little den area that's under an inner balcony and I've a little door that steps up into my room. There are stairs just off the kitchen leading up to the edge of the balcony near my room into an open area with seating, then going back towards the kitchen was a closed office and then another little room that drops down a few steps with a small TV and sitting and then the balcony wraps around and then there are steps going down into a living area and main part of the house. This part has it's own bedrooms and kitchen and such.
I'm wandering around and we're all talking and Caiti, of course, is being a snot and keeps messing with the Tweety bird on my shirt. Everything seems to be okay and such and I head outside because I need to get something from the car. Now, I look down towards the drive, which is now not like what we have at home and how I saw it in the earlier dream in a dream, but it's back a distance to the left among some trees and not up against the house. Still, I look and the car isn't there, it shouldn't be. I look to the right and its there on the road as it should be. Course, this road isn't our circle, but it's some long dirt road that it's a side road on one side and out to the main road on the other side.
It's getting dark, but it's not too bad yet and I'm walking around, barefoot as I usually am anyways and there's a rolls royce or limp or something and it was a raised engine through the hood. I mean it was boxy like a rolls or something, it was black and chrome. The engine was chrome. Anything not black or window was chrome. I remember thinking that I'm gonna need to have to get a picture of uncle's car before he leaves.
Well, I get into the car, just a dirty, brown, Chevy Malibu. Not sure what I was really doing, but well, I stick the keys in to start it and the car starts rolling forward. Don't ask me why someone leaving it in drive would cause it to roll just because the keys in it. The keys weren't even turned. Just my bad luck really, but I was thinking I was gonna kill mother and get after her for not putting it into park. Course this is something that tends to be typical of dreams with cars in them. But it's rolling for uncles car. I get the thing turned so it only scrapes the corner and then it's rolling backwards. Go fig. Brakes, of course, or not working and I'm trying to get them to stop.
What's really different about this dream is now there are cops patrolling around, down /our/ dirt drive no less. Well car rolls out into the side street and I manage to get it going forward again. Still no power, but it's rolling forward, before the cop gets there to investigate me rolling out into a public street. I don't know why I was so nervous, but I did /not/ want the cops poking around. Well, I do manage to get it to stay still. By now it's past twilight and getting fairly dark.
Now there's a cop coming my way down the drive and I'm sitting there, just waiting for them to shine those lights into the car and stop. Amazingly they kept going. But what followed was even scarier, there came more cars, this time with flashlights and spotlights looking. I didn't have a chance to get whatever I needed to get out of the glove compartment or passenger side. It was over there, but I didn't know where exactly.
I did know I did not want to be seen by those lights. Especially when choppers came out as well with spotlights. There was gunfire, they were shooting anybody they saw out there. I slid down, pushing my feet towards the passenger side and my torso down towards the floor on the drivers side. I was scared.
Even worse, because I thought for sure, someone would see me hiding there and shoot me. One time I slipped up a little and say a car sitting right out in front facing my car. I went back down. I ended up hitting the windshield washer, sending fluid up spraying, luckily the wipers weren't moving. But I thought for sure they'd see that and know someone was in there. Course, I was thinking that of all times, now was the time that someone besides me actually filled it.
More time went one, the sounds of gunfire died away. I waited a few minutes and looked again, nobody out the front and passenger side. Slowly I move a little higher, no one by the fence on the driver side or behind me. Though there's a line of cars coming up the main street. I grab a jacket, my purse, that's what I was getting and then then carefully open the door, I'm still, not a sound. I slide out onto the grass and carefully shut the door and roll under my uncles car. Not a moment too soon it seems, for some official vehicles pull up into the drive and start coming across the lawn to the front doors. I'm scared. I shouldn't be outside. I'm guessing there's some sort of curfew in effect.
They go in and grabbing my things I high-tail it for the back door and slip down into the kitchen and then scramble into my room just before they come around the balcony, like I hadn't even left. Oddly enough, the important visitor is Vader and he's here to see my uncle. Scary. Even worse, I find I personally know him. Or at least he tends to ask for me to attend to him or something. I'm quickly getting dressed appropriately and call out wanting to know if Vader wants to see me as well, and I'm told no. There's a sigh of relief and I'm preparing to leave instead. I'm sticking some sort of glow stick up into a part of my shelf, for the odd reason of at tome point it's supposed to fall out and help someone else. Don't ask me. But I'm then heading up the stairs, the door into the office is shut and Andrew's watching TV in the little nook, they'd kicked him out of the office. At this point all I know that I've got to get the people who are going to leave with me, to leave.
And then I woke up.