Dream narrative, 10/18/12
I am driving in my 2001 green Honda Civic.
The ceiling fabric droops down, partially covering the rear window.
Splashes of dried glue pock its surface--failed attempts to reattach it.
(Why put fabric on ceilings anyway?)
I am driving on Route 130, heading North, but I'm on the left side of the road.
I am driving with traffic, even though it seems we're driving on the wrong side.
I pass endless strips of stores that sell stuff I don't need:
Doughnuts, car parts (except perhaps a new ceiling liner), Metro PCS, and a farmer's market.
I see a souped up, red Honda Civic in my rear view.
It has a whale tale and racing stripes.
A woman in her late 40s or early 50s is driving.
She has long blonde hair that probably hasn't been washed in weeks--some of it blows in the wind.
Bam! My body is flung violently forward.
I stop the car and see that I've been hit by the woman in the red, souped up Honda.
I pull into the shoulder and she follows me.
When I get out, she speeds away.
"Damn!" I shout and try to get her license plate number, but I just can't make it out.
The plate was white--I think she's from NY.
I look at the damage and shrug.
It's not really that bad.
Gut reaction: you're going in a different way than most people would, but it seems natural to you. Since a lot of the images from the dream seem to be about consumerism (stores, the cars), maybe you're going against that. Having a beat up car that you don't care all that much about fixing seems to support that.
ReplyDeleteAnd with you not caring that much about the damage to your car but her speeding off so you can't catch her for what she's done, that might be more of the difference between you and others re: consumerism.