I had a dream the other night that I was living back in Golden, CO and standing in the parking lot in front of my old apartment complex. A large car (a Lincoln or a Cadillac I think) slowly begins backing toward me, and the person inside doesn’t see me. I try to get the drivers attention and tell him not to run me over, but he doesn’t hear me. It’s all happening very slowly.
I’m knocked to the ground and the wheels are slowly starting to crush me. I try one last time to get the driver’s attention to no avail. As the back of the car is starting to run me over, I grab the rear of the car with both hands and flip it into the air over my head. It felt as if I were swinging a lawn chair. So light.
As it lands on it’s roof 20 yards away it slides down the street and then it turns into a pick-up truck with a cap on it. The person inside climbs out and is recognized by people standing nearby as a reporter.
I’m very happy at this point. I’m doing a football end-zone dance in the parking lot because the car didn’t crush me. I’m yelling at the driver, saying things like “How do you like THAT, pal? You thought you were going to run me over! HA! I guess you learned your lesson!”
Then I woke up.
Yeah, I have no idea what this means.
-Dave
