unnamed dream
An early morning dream had me in a trailer with my best neighborhood friend, his wife, and my wife. We were there to see a therapist, except each of our marriage counseling sessions were going to happen in front of each other. The therapist is a tall woman with very long red hair and tanned skin. I decide to let our friends go first and their therapy session is full of questions and exercises. I look over at my wife and she's content since this therapy seems to fit her idea of what therapy should be like. I keep a poker face while inside my brain's a storm full of "This is for children. It's feel-good nonsense rather than getting to the core of one's pain" ad nauseam.
The office we're in shudders and we come to stop. I realize we're inside a tractor trailer speeding down a highway. It's a Chinese fire drill where everyone scatters. I head out the back, hop into an ambulance and speed away. Driving is crazy I'm speeding past cars using the shoulder, squeezing between lanes like a motorcyclist, and other dangerous antics. As the chase continues I realize this is my ambulance. With that epiphany I lay off the gas and panic because the ambulance must be completely wrecked by now. I begin to go through the dream motions to reset the dream. This always feels like I'm concentrating, closing my eyes tighter and getting a grip on controlling this oneiric dimension.
Yet it's not happening. Now the ambulance is speeding down a crowded city highway, but I'm not looking. Funny thing, I don't feel any impacts.
When I open my eyes again, I'm atop a skyscraper and I've become a corgi. Everything around me looks like a video game, akin to the latest Grand Theft Auto outing. I bound around the observation deck of the building, earnestly trying to ask people where I am and how I could get down. A tall 1950's rocket ship is parked atop the building, giving me the idea that the rocket is my ticket out.
Instead my ticket out of the dream was waking up.