Shokufeh is... home

One of many strange and detailed dreams this weekend

I was driving a car, the same shade of turquoise as Eggbert, my old Honda Civic hatchback. Anis was next to me. Meisa was behind me. A middle-aged-woman (MAW), whom I know from Honolulu, was behind Anis. We were going down a major street, but it was relatively empty. I guess because it was late at night. Or maybe because of the inconvenience of the pothole. Not potholes. Pothole. Huge pothole. Which I proceeded to drive into. And when I say into, I mean it swallowed the front half of the car.

Thank goodness it wasn't Eggbert, since the front windows were in the pothole. Because it was a four-door with power windows, I was able to roll down the back windows, and the four of us climbed out of the car. MAW, being of sound mind, disappeared. Meisa, Anis, and I decided we should take all our stuff out of the car. Getting things out of the interior was made a little easier by the shifting of the car that had resulted from us climbing out. Then we started to get things out of the trunk of the car. There was a dumpster on the corner where I got a box to put our stuff in. Then I realized - a picture! How often does the front half of your car get engulfed by a pothole?! Definitely a photo opportunity.

So, I took out my camera and turned on the power. Just as the camera was making its I'm-ready trill, the car backed up, out of the pothole. It did a little jig. Dipped its front end back into the pothole, but from the other direction. Did a little jig. Dipped down again. After a few more expressions of its excitement, during which we stood with our jaws at our bellybuttons, the car revved its engine and swerved all around the street and then into the garage door 20 yards from where we were standing. We breathed a collective sigh of relief that its rampage had come to an end. It revved its engine again, backed up, and then went though the hole it had just created, made a hard right, and slammed into a wall. Bricks went flying, our anxiety dropped agan. But only for a second.

You guessed it - the car revved its engine again, swerved back onto the street, and then started aiming for us. We knew we couldn't make it to the roof of the fast food restaurant across the street, so we started running, and then did some Bionic Woman/ Six-Million-Dollar Man moves to leap across a huge dumpster. We knew we couldn't outrun the car, but we figured we could outsmart it. Next to the huge dumpster was a big truck with poles we could stand on and hold onto. Anis stood on one. I stood on another about 10 feet away, with Meisa right below me. Meisa was super excited and was flailing her arms. I tapped her with my foot, hoping she'd stay still. The car rounded the side of the truck and entered a doorway. We stood quiet, not yet ready to believe the ordeal was over. An old man came out of the doorway, looked straight us, and said, "Son, I think you need to clean that truck over there." We'd been made. Eddie Murphy stuck his head out of the doorway and did his special laugh, with a gleam in his eye. We weren't laughing. We were about to be cleaned.

Do hormonal fluctuations make your dreams more vivid and exciting?

Posted by Shokufeh at November 22, 2004 10:05 PM