I had a dream last night. It was the most bizarre dream. I drove to the beach, to a little seaside motel. I had this little car, and only my car key (the others were gone). It seems I was going back for something. Or I wanted something. I’m not sure which.
As I waited outside, I could see couples and families and I heard the roar of the ocean. I revved the car, it turned left and went straight into the ground, skidding several hundred feet. I’ve had this dream before…where I get killed in a car, or the car is spinning out of control, and I cannot stop it, but. I am awake. As I sat in the driver’s seat, I thought, I’ll bet I can go get some help in the motel.
I got out of the car. I went to the second floor open balcony, and looked in several rooms. No one was there. No one was at the front desk. I started to head down the stairs, and a man and his daughter were walking up. He did not look at me, but he was speaking in French. There were a few other families and couples milling around, but they did not seem to see me. I was signaling for help silently…wishing they could read my mind and help me.
But. No one came. Not only did they not help me, it appeared that I was on my own.
I woke with a start. 4am. I stayed awake for 2 hours just mulling over the events in my mind. I’m a dream analysis type of girl. A neophyte observer would attach meaning to being stuck and alone. But…as a Freudian we know that dreams aren’t always as they appear. Looking at it as an observer, I would imagine that there’s something about that mud there…or the ocean. What would the ocean say?
All I know is that…Reverse seemed the only option to get out of the mud. The dream ended.
New thought: My foot hurts. It does. I haven’t run for 3 days. It’s got that familiar little twinge. I feel like I’m going backward. Stuck in Reverse.