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[entelein]

Not too surprisingly, I had a dream last night, long and involved and full of sensory blah blah, where I was driving my car around.

It was Spring in the dream, and a memory from my actual past invaded it to great effect: I was driving around in brilliant, sweet sunshine, the air balmy and perfect, the radio playing Queen's "Under Pressure."

That song happens to be the kind of song that is just so good that any cheap car radio can play it right, even with the volume knob firmly twisted in the "stupidly loud" direction. Feeling full of life and sadly saying goodbye to the car, I zipped around Chicago, not minding the smashed window with the warm breeze coming in. Someone was in the car with me, and I told stories about the car, about driving around, about the phases of my life I've experienced over the last 9 years. The sunshine was sweetly yellow and gave back bright color from every surface it touched - blue mailboxes, red stop signs. The air actually tasted sweet.

We couldn't find the body shop I was supposed to take the car, and then we re-checked the address. It was somehow on the South Side of Chicago now, instead of near Fulton Market like I originally thought. (in actuality, it is there, but the dream had me placing it somewhere in the south 70's, maybe at Pulaski. Weird. I want to say the number was 7005. Or, 7050.)

I woke up before we got there, to the ringing of the alarm. I feel sad, but lighter, today. Done and dusted, on to the next thing. Embracing the changes I can see the outlines of before they fully arrive.

This is our last dance
This is our last dance
This is ourselves
Under Pressure

Comments

[coffeejedi.livejournal.com]

i had my last car for 8 years, from my senior year of high school all the way through college, through my first job, and into my second

sure, the driver's seat support frame was shot so i created a hasty fix out of foam and a cheap seat cover; there were funny stains here and there, but i could tell you where most of them came from; i installed a new stero after i KILLED the original one (i was down to 1 working speaker for a little while); the dashboard carried scars from where i tried all manner of mounting brackets for my mp3 player; the rear reflectors were cracked and covered over with black electical tape; and i could point out where i expertly covered up a few scratches with a black magic marker and some turtle wax... but i LOVED that car.

i was excited when i bought my new car in 2004, but i too had weird disturbing dreams the night before i picked it up. and for the first week or so, i had an unerving feeling of guilt whenever i thought about Kitty*, like i had abandonded her for another.

isn't it strange how we personify and identify with our cars?

* it was a black Pontiac Sunfire; K.I.T.T. from Knight Rider was a black Pontiac Firebird, but my car was smaller and definitely a girl, so her name was Kitty

[entelein.livejournal.com]

Dude, I love this story.

Yeah, even when the car is totally falling apart, you know how it's doing overall, and you know how best to work it so that it does its best.

Hee, Kitty! I love it.

[greydruid.livejournal.com]

Wow, that was really sweet. Sad, but sweet.

[entelein.livejournal.com]

:)

[seaotter4444.livejournal.com]

I am totally into dream interpretation. And I read: you have had a good life so far; you are appreciative of it; however, you are ready to make a huge change. Appreciative of what you had, but moving on.

Sweet!

Oh, and the car really is just a metaphor in the dream. Really.

[entelein.livejournal.com]

I think that your interp is quite true. I am ready to change, because change seems like fun right now, like part of the fabric. Letting go of things is so much more difficult than it appears to be, but embracing the change is a lot less scary than it used to be for me.

/blah blah blah new age chakra cakes

[seaotter4444.livejournal.com]

LOL!
But... New age chakra cakes are TASTY!