cornerofmadness

I had several involved, realistic dreams last night. The first I was driving my parents home in their CR-V, it was winter and dark and the roads were very icy. (Not sure how I was driving as my dad never lets anyone drive but there you go). I couldn’t get out of the intersection because of all the traffic and I slid down the street some. Dad’s like you have to gun it. Through a stop sign at a T-intersection? I went back to the stop sign and out of the gloom a blue and white 70s panel van came sliding and broad sided me before taking off.

There wasn’t much damage so we decided to go on. I made a left hand turn in a place I knew well but instead of being the right road it took me directly into a garage where some scary looking people were working, as if this was one of those car/motorcycle reality shows where they trick out the vehicle. They sort of laughed at us especially when the damage was very minor. All we wanted was to leave but the car was now penned in. For some reason Mom was sitting down talking to a lady mechanic. Mom’s feet were very swollen and she couldn’t get her shoes on. She had these high heeled sandals (my mom never really wore heels) so I went to help put them on her.

Once they let us out the path was completely blocked by snow and they had people coming at us on horseback driving cattle. Finally I drove through all the other cars they were working on and out the door.

I woke up then and went back to sleep. At first I was dreaming I had found a dog, a search and rescue sort of dog and gave him back. I had a cat, a big fat orange tabby (my least favorite coloring) and he wanted to be search and rescue. They were all laughing at me until I put him in a harness and he found a hidden grave site right along with the dogs.

After that I dreamt I was…probably one of my characters (or future characters) a sad young man who was talking with a young lady of much higher standing (her father owned a huge department store, this had a 1930s 1940s feel). We were friendly much to her family’s chagrin. She said I could borrow something from this high rise department store, they looked like soup tureens. I gave them to some undercover cops and helped them make a bust (I get the impression these innocuous things were being used to pass drugs) There was a shootout and the cop was hurt but I saved his life.

The next day the young woman was shrieking at me for ‘stealing’ the items. I was like you gave them to me. Apparently her father had found them missing and blamed her for letting a low life like me around and threatened to cut her off so she betrayed me. I had one of the bowls in hand and another was in the attic storage area where I’d been crashing. I went up to his office to return it. There were people around shopping when I walked into his office. I tried to find a sticky note to apologize for borrowing it before I planned to run up to the attic to get the mate to it. Instead all I could find was a pre-printed check and a half broken pencil. I could barely write.

Suddenly everything went dark and quiet as if the store had closed and in comes her dad and his brother screaming at him. I tried to apologize and explain but they weren’t listening to me. They didn’t care that I helped save a cop (nor did they believe me)

I woke up feeling sad and betrayed. Thanks brain.

Also I have no idea if I’m getting home today. The flooding was so bad even I-70 at I-77 was closed last night. That’s where I have to go.