I keep wanting to document certain dreams, and this is a good one to remember. I had it during the 20 minute long snooze before getting up this morning, and the details are crystal clear.
It was a typical day, in this neighborhood. There was less snow on the ground, but it was still slushy. Our yard was much larger than in real life, and it wasn't raised. The layout was much the same, with the bar across the street. I had to go to work, so while I was getting ready at 9 am, I went to warm up my car. It wasn't my Jeep, though. In my dream, it was a small car, a black Geo Storm, wedge shaped, and I distinctly remember "Geo". So, along with warming it up, I needed to move it, too. I swung it wide in the driveway doing a looping turn onto the grass, nearly missing a tree, and leaving wide tire tracks in the wet slushy ground. I parked it facing out, at the very end of the driveway, with the wheel turned sharply towards Florence Ave, and I left it running. As I hopped out of the car, I somehow kicked something, some mechanism. I shut the door, and immediately the car went racing out into the street, and into the bar parking lot. It crashed through the corner of the bar. Upon first examining it, as I was running across the street, it looked like my car took out a full quarter of the front wall and windows, and was parked in a twisted heap, inside. Later in my dream, it wasn't. There was a huge crowd of people inside, and the interior didn't look like it does in real life. There were a lot of couches and tables, and there was a circular area in the center, with couches all facing a huge flat screen TV. The actual bar part was across the back wall. I seem to remember visiting a place like that, in real life, or maybe the interior was a composite of a few different places. But there was a huge crowd. No one got hurt. There was some sort of sports event going on, with merchandise being sold from some back tables, and lots of people wearing team colors. Even in my dream, I thought it was strange that the bar was so crowded at 9am. Someone quickly located Bruna, and she just walked over to me, and looked at the car and me, silently. I said, "We both have insurance, we can work this out." She seemed to half-nod. Told me to wait here, and she forbade me to leave. She walked into a back room, that seemed adjacent to an old fashioned chill box cooler like we had at Kellers. Coming out of the cooler was a girl I went to school with, grown up, and she was sneering at me. I wandered around sort of lost, and then I realized the time, so I went back to my car to find my phone and call out of work. I plucked my phone out of the dead center of the wreckage, which was off to the side now, and seemingly smaller. The inside of the bar wasn't really all that damaged, and people were partying right around the outside of the car. My phone seemed unharmed, but the buttons didn't work. I would try dialing one number, and another would come up, and I remember talking to all the wrong people, trying to dial home, work, my mother, and all sorts of different results came up, and I was trapped in this bar with a bunch of people who didn't care about what happened, or seemed totally put out by it. I was becoming increasingly desperate and sad, and scared. I couldn't get through to anyone, and sometimes, if I punched certain buttons, the huge TV would go off, or change channels, only pissing people off even more. I sat down on a huge couch, a dark colored couch with a very high back, and Leah showed up. She gave me a hug, and offered to sit with me. Her presence was very maternal and comforting, but I was super worried that she wasn't at work, so I kept apologizing. She shrugged, and seemed like she had nothing else really going on, and that she'd rather sit there with me. Her presence helped the situation a lot. There was an old movie playing on the TV, that a group of people were really into, called something like "The Best of Times" and there was a blonde on screen, one of the old fashioned bombshell pinup types with red lipstick, blonde hair, and a green dress, and it seemed like a very glamorous movie. I felt extremely anxious about my fate, and the fact that I couldn't simply get up and walk across the street home. I felt very isolated from the family, and really wanted to get back to see them. Leah's presence was a minor comfort, but it didn't really help the overall anxiety. I woke up while watching the dream-movie.
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