I had the oddest dream the other night. Don’t judge me for it – – it was just a dream!
The dream took place in a town I’ve never been too, with people I’ve never met and a car I’ve never seen.
It started with me getting out of my car (it’s white – that’ll be important later). I parked it in a school parking lot (a school I’d never been too before, at least, I didn’t recognize it) and then I met a kid with brown hair – roughly age 10 – 12. He’s not a kid I’ve ever seen before – – no idea who he is.
Together, we walked to another car….a dark brown older model Sunbird, I think. There wasn’t much talk in the car, as we drove. We headed out of town and then up into the hills….into the trees on dirt roads. We drove up and up and up – – there were some really nice houses up that way, but it was still sort of isolated.
As we got to the top of the hill – – there was a clearning. We pulled in and parked. There was a man there — about mid-40’s. A man I had never seen before, either. But I can still see his face in my minds eye today – – two days after my dream.
So, we get out of the car – the kid and I. We approach this man – who I understand to be this kids teacher at the school where I parked my car. We walk up to him and I take out a gun and shoot him, and kill him. I then throw the gun on the ground and the kid and I get back in the brown car and drive away.
As we drive back to the school – – I’m fretting over the fact that I left the gun there, next to the guy’s body, with my fingerprints all over it. I try to decide whether I should go back and get the gun. . . but, what if someone is there? I decide to take the kid back to school and then go get the gun afterwards.
We pull up to the school and it’s crawling with police – – they’re looking for the person who killed the teacher in the woods. I’m panicked because it’s way too late to go get the gun now – – and I begin to realize that it’ll be only a matter of hours before I’m picked up and arrested.
We pull into the parking lot to exchange cars – – and the parking lot is jam packed with white cars. I can’t find which one is mine – – I’m too panicked to patiently drive around (one brown car among hundreds of white ones) and look for it, so I take the kid home and I drive around town until the school is closed. Then I drive to the school and exchange cars – – because my car is now the only one left in the parking lot.
I get in my white car and drive home. I go in, make coffee – – then sit on my sofa in the living room and wait for the police to arrive.
That is where I wake up. With a horrible feeling about the whole dream (well, duh – I killed a guy). But it was also one of the dreams that leave you with the very real feeling that it actually happened. Seriously, my first though when I woke up in the morning was “Wow – I actually got a full night of sleep before the police arrived?” – – it was very weird.
Go ahead — analyze that!