Note to self: Do not mix red wine with sugar free pecan tassies and then go to sleep EVER AGAIN. You will find yourself staring at cars in the foyer, trucks on the front porch, and yourself driving a new red VW GTI (why???) and one pissed off man on your hands.
So somewhere between 10pm and 6am this morning I had this dream where i walked down the stairs in the townhouse we own over in Tampa to see a car that scarily resembled Speed Racer's car sitting in the foyer facing the front door, as if it was just waiting for that door to open so that it could escape. And then i notice that there was another one right behind it.
Now any normal person would have been like WHO THE FUCK CRAMMED TWO ROADSTERS IN MY FOYER? or MY FOYER IS NOT THIS BIG - HOW THE HELL DID THEY GET IN HERE??
No.....my reaction was more like: "Hmmm. Maybe i should move these before Vance gets up."
So of course, the keys are there just waiting for me, and i get inside the first one and drive it out the front door...and right into the back of the bed of a black pickup truck. on the porch. It doesn't matter that our townhouse doesn't have a front porch. It has a stoop. And one cannot fit a black F150 on a stoop. or in this case, even a porch.
The truck lurches to the side and to the front and hits 2 other cars parked on the street.
I look around and rationalize that if we can get this 'mess' cleaned up quickly Vance won't find out. Now, exactly what 'quickly' meant in this scenario - is like the speed of light - because i manage to get rid of most of the banged up cars except the truck. And then V comes downstairs and sees this mess and just looks at the tailgate of the truck where Speed Racer left white paint marks and then me, and says "Well, THAT left a mark didn't it?"
And then the dream jumped and i'm driving this red VW GTI and Vance is a passenger - and the car is brand new and i take a corner too quickly and hit the guardrail crunching in my new shiny red fender. I WAS PISSED. In fact, i'm pretty sure i yelled FUCK in my sleep because my oldest had climbed into bed with me at some point and i woke up to him to telling me that i cuss in my sleep.
Now, you know i had to google dream intrepretations right?? It says that "I may be harboring deep anxieties and fears. Are you "driving" yourself too hard? This dream may tell you to slow down before you hit disaster. You need to rethink or re-plan your course of actions and set yourself on a better path."
I personally would have liked more insight than THAT. That's not rocket science - obviously i'm fearful of crashing and burning - but do the car makes themselves and their colors have any merit, or the order in which what car got damaged first - and what is up with me trying to 'fix' it before Vance woke up? He's not exactly on my ass for shit like that - so what the freak dude? Any insight out there? Curious to hear your takes...