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Last night I dreamed that I was hitchhiking and a car stopped for me. It was like one of those old wind-up cars, but modern-looking and very white. The interior was one big fur-lined open space and it seemed larger than it had from outside. And there was something very odd-feeling about the decor. The driver was an attractive young lady with strikingly red hair. We engaged in stimulating conversation, but I cannot remember the topics. As we were driving along, someone dressed in red darted across the road in front of the car. I yelled, "look out for Santa", and the driver turned into a field of wheat. The wheat began to pass through the car, as if the car were not really there. And then the car and driver disappeared and I was left sitting in the wheat field. I walked to a nearby village and the townsfolk told me a story about the red-haired ghost-woman and her white ghost-car.
I woke up shortly after I had this dream and it was so vivid in my mind. I really wanted to remember it so that I could write it down, but expected to forget once I fell back asleep. When I woke up for real this morning, I was surprised to find that I still remembered it. I cannot believe that I still remember so much of it. I wish that I could describe the car better... or what happened while I was travelling in it.
I woke up shortly after I had this dream and it was so vivid in my mind. I really wanted to remember it so that I could write it down, but expected to forget once I fell back asleep. When I woke up for real this morning, I was surprised to find that I still remembered it. I cannot believe that I still remember so much of it. I wish that I could describe the car better... or what happened while I was travelling in it.