I keep having clusters of dreams with themes attached. I just transitioned from one theme to a new one, and now I kinda want the old theme back even though it was driving me a little craaaaaaaazy. (No, I won’t be telling you what that one was. But think of things that might drive me crazy and insert one in your mind.)
The new theme is: being pulled over by the cops.
Today’s dream was complicated at best, because of all the subtleties. I’m not adding in all the subtleties here but suffice it to say the location of the dream makes this VERY complex and confusing.
It’s dark, and Dawg and I are just arriving back “home” from a long road trip. Except “home” is Vermont and where we stop is a student-parking-only spot on the property’s edge of my high school. Dawg gets out and wanders off to work (?) so I move to the driver’s side and know that I am in a spot I can’t be in, but I also can’t be in the general parking lot of the school because it’s not open right now so the gate to the lot is up. I move my car to a space across from the gate, the one free space along that road, since many other cars are parked there as well. For some reason I have no pants on, just a long shirt, and I don’t have my license or wallet. I adjust mirrors and the seat so that I can actually drive the vehicle any distance. When I’m done I turn the car back on to leave, at which time a cop behind me turns on his lights. I turn my car back off and we have a conversation about why I’m parked there. He doesn’t care, and issues me a $201 ticket for parking where I shouldn’t. I say to him, “I will pay this on two conditions: (first condition I don’t remember) and secondly, please ticket all these other people who are also parked here.” He looks embarrassed but then decides that I need some sort of help and takes me to the police station.
Suddenly I’m in a room with people who are saying that Dawg is abusing me and I need to break free from him. I look at them all like they’re crazy and I say “I have no idea where you’re getting this impression, I love that man and he is REALLY good to me!” and then Georgie scratched my face to wake me up so that was the end of the dream.
What the hell?
