May 20th, 2008

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02:06 am - fucked up dream
OK, so everybody knows about the recurring dream where you are naked at school / are at school and haven't studied for a test.

What does it mean when you keep having dreams where your car gets fucked up? That's what I seem to keep getting lately. Although I rarely remember it. But this morning, Molly kept fucking howling her miniature coon-dog howl at... well, what the fuck ever she kept doing it at, and at some point it was right in the middle of a dream so when she woke me up I remembered the dream.

I had like 4 different cars, because they kept getting damaged. Oh, the poor Neon. Somebody hit it, and smacked it up pretty good. So I had it in this parking lot, with like three or four other cars of mine. And people. Kept. Hitting. Them. Even in the damn parking lot, when I wasn't driving them! The Neon was beat to hell but still driveable, but then I came back to the parking lot, and it had been bashed into again, this time so hard that it looked like a modern art rendition of itself. Smashed over to the side, bent and warped so badly that the doors didn't even mate up to the roof anymore. Awful. And I remember exclaiming, on seeing that it had been driven into yet AGAIN, that I "need to get the hell away from [my father's name]" so that will quit happening.

Well, Sigmund? What the hell does the dream mean when your car(s) keep getting hit?

Sorta related: the car related dreams I normally have involve me actually driving the cars and something goes wrong and I have some kind of fender-bender. But in this one, the cars were all in a parking lot, and some bastard was apparently deliberately coming and ramming them when I wasn't looking. Asshole.

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[User Picture] From: lisa_e_is_me
Date: May 20th, 2008 - 03:11 pm
Hey, I had a Neon once! And I have car dreams a lot, but mine are the driving ones where I totally lose control on I-285 and go into a flying spin for a while, but never hit anyone.

I tried googling your dream and it seems to be on the unusual side, as car dreams go. One thing I found said the condition of the car in your dream could indicate how you feel about your health. ???

[User Picture] From: blue_canary
Date: May 20th, 2008 - 04:03 pm

I dream a lot about going to brake and my brakes not being there, but I think that's a different thing. :)

[User Picture] From: discogravy
Date: May 20th, 2008 - 06:58 pm
the car in western society usually means freedom, movement or escape. consider that the driver's license test is the closest thing american society has to a adulthood ritual.

if I were to guess, I'd say your psyche is telling you about your fears of your mobility (or more specifically, your mobility being fucked up. not gone, just...ugh). Considering the recentish posts regarding your family and the appearance of your father in your dream-thought-process, perhaps you have hidden apprehension that they're gonna drag you into some mess that will be difficult to get out of? or that they'll somehow impede you or try to?

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[User Picture] From: jimbojones
Date: May 20th, 2008 - 07:17 pm
Hm. More likely that I'd be worried about an inability to escape the kind of mediocrity and waste of potential I tend to think my dad represents.

Dude had a lot of potential. A lot. I don't think he did much with it. Perhaps I judge too harshly; life is fucking hard. But then again, it's not like I'm judging from a position where somebody else handed me much either.

[User Picture] From: discogravy
Date: May 21st, 2008 - 04:02 am

also, it means you're gay.

alternately, your subconscious is all "DUDE GAS IS EXPENSIVEEEEE...GET A PRIUS"

[User Picture] From: theonyx
Date: May 26th, 2008 - 04:26 pm
I had one of those "didn't study for a test" moments actually happen to me, except it was a project that was due. My roommmate/project partner and I walked into class to see folders on every other desk or so. My roommate asked, "What's with all the folders?" I looked, realized the folders were there, then realized what they meant.

Fortunately, we were already done with the client/server tic-tac-toe program sufficiently ahead of time. He went to the computer lab and started generating BS documentation while I ran to the bookstore ad bought a floppy and a folder. We threw everything together, and I ran downstairs and turned it in 5 minutes after class started. Fortunately, the professor wasn't one of those dicks who closes the turn-in when class starts.

I haven't had the "fuck, it's test day?" dream since.

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