Dreams

Dreams are a very strange thing. When I was young, I remember waking in the mornings and telling my Mom big stories about my dreaming adventures. Sometimes they were nightmares, but not always. I love my dreams and like remembering them, they are always so strange. I care little about meanings and just enjoy the thrill of going on nightly adventures.

I was driving a car down a very bad road. It was Summertime and the road would not have been drivable in the winter because the snow would have been too deep. The car was telling me this.

I got to a part which looked much too steep to drive, so I stopped the car. The road was also not paved and deep with mud.

I was standing outside of the car assessing the situation, but the car was bugging me because it was talking too much. It had a torso and a head which was sticking out of the left front fender. I pushed it down and stuffed it under the driver's door to shut it up.

I got back into the car and attempted the high part of the road. There were big trucks driving on the road at this point and I tried to follow one of them. The mud was too deep though and I had to abandon my attempt.

There was a small house at the side of the road so I got out of the car and entered the small yellow room which was the entire interior of the house.

I had a rifle in my hand and two very shiny silver bullets, one which I loaded into the rifle and the other which fell to the floor with a loud chink.

I looked to the door and there was a rubber chicken sticking out of a jack-in-the-box. I looked away in my body but was standing outside of myself at the same time a painted face of menace appeared in the doorway.

I tried to warn myself to shoot it but then I woke up.

I am never afraid in my dreams, nor when I wake. I used to be when I was very young though. One of my favorite dreams is one where I'm chasing some bad guys and I am shot in the chest by one of them. When I was shot, I felt blood gushing up my throat and out my mouth. When I woke, I was lying on my back with my mouth wide open and the sensation of the blood coming out of my mouth was still present.

I recently had a dream in which I was telling people about that dream. I though that was quite strange when I woke up.