Spider on the Wall! Signifies Success...
I am still somewhat distraught over a dream I had early this morning, which is very unusual for me. I almost never dream, and when I do, I usually have only the sketchiest memories of what occurred. But for the last two nights I've had extremely vivd nightmares, both featuring my car, that I remembered almost perfectly when I woke.
Last night's dream: my sister and I were both driving our respective cars across the Bay Bridge, and neither of us had our phones on. There was some sort of major accident and the traffic came to a standstill; while waiting to move, both of us ran out of gas at different spots. Luckily, it seemed most of the other commuters were parking their cars and getting out to walk the length of the bridge, so we independently decided to do the same. I recall being extremely worried that my sister would have no way of meeting up with me (she broke down behind me so I never saw her car) and also that I would be ticketed for leaving my car in the speeder's lane; I was also worried traffic would start moving again and someone would plow into my car because I didn't leave the emergency flashers on (I didn't want to kill the battery). It was an exaggeratedly long walk- took a couple of hours to cross the bridge. On the far side, my sister and I reunited, laughed over our mutual misfortune, and somehow ran into my dad, who took us to get gas but for some reason would not drive us back out to our cars.
So we met up with this young redneck guy in a rusty pickup who agreed to drive us back out to our cars; the bridge was still tied up in some traffic snarl, so it wasn't going to be a problem. Then after we'd only been on the bridge for maybe a quarter mile, still a long way from our cars, the nightmare took a really fun twist.
So, half the bridge collapses, including the part we're driving on. Stevie, being in the bed of the pickup, has no problem getting away and swimming for it; I'm in the cab and have a hard time getting out (the driver ends up drowning). This was a very bad stretch because I have a rather extreme fear of drowning (worse than my fear of death by plane crash!) Luckily, we do manage to make it back to the part of the bridge that is still standing and I climb up the fallen suspension cords. My sister is about to follow when a Jaws-sized Great White Shark swims up and bites her head off in best B-rated slasher movie blood-spurting fashion (this combines two other fears- sharks and spurting blood; then there was, of course, the fact that my sister just got eaten). I do succeed in saving the rest of her as more sharks appear to eat other people.
For some reason, I am still obsessed with managing to reach my car- I can see that part of the bridge is still standing in the distance, and I fervently believe that this is the stretch where I left it. Farther out to sea, I see the ferry crossing and contemplate using it to get to my car; the ferry, in this dream, is a team of those Wells-Fargo commercial Clydesdales that are in this dream the size of Godzilla, swimming across the bay. I remember being concerned that they may not swim that well (not all horses do), but their size and presence their I considered utterly unremarkable. I was also extremely distraught over the fact that when the bridge collapsed I lost my purse which had my car keys in it; I did retain some bit of lucidity that recalled that I only had the one car key and no copies.
Luckily for my nerves, before my subconscious could come up with something new to throw at me, I woke up.
Last night's dream: my sister and I were both driving our respective cars across the Bay Bridge, and neither of us had our phones on. There was some sort of major accident and the traffic came to a standstill; while waiting to move, both of us ran out of gas at different spots. Luckily, it seemed most of the other commuters were parking their cars and getting out to walk the length of the bridge, so we independently decided to do the same. I recall being extremely worried that my sister would have no way of meeting up with me (she broke down behind me so I never saw her car) and also that I would be ticketed for leaving my car in the speeder's lane; I was also worried traffic would start moving again and someone would plow into my car because I didn't leave the emergency flashers on (I didn't want to kill the battery). It was an exaggeratedly long walk- took a couple of hours to cross the bridge. On the far side, my sister and I reunited, laughed over our mutual misfortune, and somehow ran into my dad, who took us to get gas but for some reason would not drive us back out to our cars.
So we met up with this young redneck guy in a rusty pickup who agreed to drive us back out to our cars; the bridge was still tied up in some traffic snarl, so it wasn't going to be a problem. Then after we'd only been on the bridge for maybe a quarter mile, still a long way from our cars, the nightmare took a really fun twist.
So, half the bridge collapses, including the part we're driving on. Stevie, being in the bed of the pickup, has no problem getting away and swimming for it; I'm in the cab and have a hard time getting out (the driver ends up drowning). This was a very bad stretch because I have a rather extreme fear of drowning (worse than my fear of death by plane crash!) Luckily, we do manage to make it back to the part of the bridge that is still standing and I climb up the fallen suspension cords. My sister is about to follow when a Jaws-sized Great White Shark swims up and bites her head off in best B-rated slasher movie blood-spurting fashion (this combines two other fears- sharks and spurting blood; then there was, of course, the fact that my sister just got eaten). I do succeed in saving the rest of her as more sharks appear to eat other people.
For some reason, I am still obsessed with managing to reach my car- I can see that part of the bridge is still standing in the distance, and I fervently believe that this is the stretch where I left it. Farther out to sea, I see the ferry crossing and contemplate using it to get to my car; the ferry, in this dream, is a team of those Wells-Fargo commercial Clydesdales that are in this dream the size of Godzilla, swimming across the bay. I remember being concerned that they may not swim that well (not all horses do), but their size and presence their I considered utterly unremarkable. I was also extremely distraught over the fact that when the bridge collapsed I lost my purse which had my car keys in it; I did retain some bit of lucidity that recalled that I only had the one car key and no copies.
Luckily for my nerves, before my subconscious could come up with something new to throw at me, I woke up.