Over And Out June 21, 2016
Posted by nrhatch in Health & Wellness, Humor, Magick & Mystery, Spirit & Ego.trackback
Note to self: Do NOT get in cars with old people.
I dreamt an elderly neighbor was driving me to the store. Instead of stopping and parking, her foot stayed on the gas as the car crawled to the far edge of the parking lot.
Moving at slightly less than a snail’s pace.
Marilyn bumped into the bumper at a sensible 1-2 mph. So slow that instead of bouncing back, the tires rose to the challenge and started climbing up and over the bumper.
Dreams being what they are, the scene transformed from a flat as a pancake parking lot in Florida to a parking lot abutting the top of a steep ravine.
As the car kept climbing, I gauged that the gaping gorge was at least as deep as the Grand Canyon.
“STOP! Marilyn, STOP.”
Too late.
The car went up and over the tire guard and landed on the other side.
Only one problem: There wasn’t any land there to land on.
The car slipped toward the precipice.
Climbing out was no longer an option since the car was suspended in air, teetering on the abyss with nothing to climb out on to.
I turned to get Marilyn’s reaction to our precarious situation and noticed she was already gone . . . with the dead weight of her right foot pressing on the accelerator instead of the brake.
The car continued to move forward and I felt the back tires begin their ascent over the bumper guard.
Realizing we were toast, I grabbed my cell phone and dialed.
“911 Operator. What’s your emergency?”
“Our car is careening off the cliff behind the CVS.”
I heard her parroting into the radio: “Dispatch ~ rescue vehicles needed at the top of the cliff behind the CVS. Over.”
In real life, there is no cliff behind the CVS. Just beach. But reality never deters our dreams, does it?
She returned to the line with me: “Ma’am. Rescue vehicles are on the way. Hang on.”
“I would if I could. But there’s nothing to hang on to. Nothing to do at this point but relax and enjoy the ride down. By the time help arrives, we’ll be at the bottom of the cliff, not the top. Tell my husband . . .”
As soon as I realized I could do nothing to change the “what is,” calm acceptance flooded my being.
Instead of being scared, I was curious.
Watching to see what would happen to “me” once my body ceased to be.
* * *
Of course, I didn’t even get a glimpse of what waits for us beyond the veil since I woke up mid-flight.
As the car raced head over heels to the bottom of the ravine, I surfaced from sleep and found myself safe and sound in bed.
Instead of being happy to be alive, I felt cheated.
I wanted a sneak peek!
Aah . . . that’s better!
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Dreams are always fascinating .. when we remember them! This was a goodie Nancy. I would be curious too!
Did you even see the movie Contact? My imagination takes me to the surreal beach in the movie where she meets her father.
Imagination is everything 😉
I did see Contact. Don’t recall the scene you’re describing, but you had me at “surreal.”
To the beach!
Make sure to pack the sunscreen . . . and a vivid imagination.
That’s quite a dream, Nancy. What did you have for dinner that night?
Haha! I don’t remember what I ate for dinner that night . . . the dream must have elbowed that information out.
I don’t remember most dreams this vividly, but always enjoy it when I do. This was the first of 2-3 nights of lucid dreaming.
That’s exactly what I was wondering! LOL!
Next time, I’ll look for a correlation!
What an amazing dream. Acceptance can change the whole perspective 🙂
A tremendous and relaxing sense of peace and calm spread through me once I accepted that life as I knew it was over.
You dream like a pro. I bet you’ll find out the rest of the story when the time is right.
Remembering dreams is hit or miss with me. And often what I remember is a few disjointed snippets, not fluid or linear events. When I recall a big chunk of a dream like this, I love it.
I expect you’re right ~> “We will not part the veil before your time.”
Did you really dream that or is this a work of fiction? If it’s fiction I’d give it a 5 star review. If it was a real dream, I have no idea how to review it, or how to analyze the dreamer.
It was a dream . . . but dreams are fiction ~> disconnected gossamer threads woven between waking and dreaming states.
No analysis required.
But fiction is planned. If it’s good fiction it’s very well planned. There are more things going on within our minds, that are far beyond what we can imagine.
Fiction = something invented by the imagination. Sometimes imagination plots and plans. Other times, it goes with the flow as the path unfolds before it.
And I agree ~> our minds encompass imagination . . . but imagination cannot encapsulate the mind.
That is a weird one. Both my husband and I had weird dreams last night. We chalked it up to the summer solstice elves doing their stuff.
I guess it’s all relative, Kate. As my dreams go, this one wasn’t “weird” at all. My weird dreams are strobe-like snippets snapped together in an uneasy stream of unconsciousness:
I order pizza for the two of us.
The pizza arrives.
But now the house is full of people.
Hungry people.
Wondering what to do, I see there are 10 pizzas on the counter.
Like loaves and fishes for the multitudes.
Hold the anchovies please!
People start eating but it’s no longer pizza.
The pizza has turned into fried rubber bands (i.e., calamari).
As people chew and chew and chew, I’m left wondering:
What’s in your pizza box?
And when I wake up, I think . . . what was THAT all about. In contrast, the meaning of this dream is clear, “OK. What’s next?”
Wow. Now that’s a vivid dream! I barely remember a lot of mine!
I forget 90% of my dreams, Linda. And most that make it through from the twilight zone evaporate immediately.
I must have woken up at just the right moment for this dream to remain so clear ~> and that may have something to do with the dream itself. Maybe it had to come to an abrupt end before I did?
Wow! That was a fascinating dream, Nancy. I would have felt cheated too…but I guess we’re not supposed to know. In real life one of my elderly neighbors did just that, foot on the gas and through (well partially) the iron gate on our driveway. But I was not sitting in the passenger seat.
Maybe some of us know, but most of us remain in the dark. And OUCH! Hope your neighbor is OK.
The neighbor in this dream ran into the front of her garage when it “jumped out in front of her” a few months ago. And in the days prior to this dream I had been debating car pooling somewhere with someone “of advanced age.” Perhaps this dream is a cautionary tale ~> “Don’t get in the passenger seat with an octogenarian behind the wheel. Their reflexes are shot.”
My neighbor is okay now, but no longer driving. I think your dream could indeed be a cautionary tale. You better listen.
Glad your neighbor is OK and no longer driving. Running into your iron gate may have been a “wake up call.”
Ah but the good part it you never felt the impact!
That is such a weird feeling when you wake up from a dream where you are falling, usually leaves me unsettled for a while.
Dreams are so crazy sometimes!
When I have a nightmare and wake up mid-terror, it’s very unsettling. I am unable to go back to sleep until my heart stops racing.
This dream wasn’t like a nightmare. Instead, it was like a promise ~> calming, reassuring, and peaceful.
Hahaha ……. I have similar dreams, and always wake up at the crucial moment. It’s so annoying! 🙂
I remember being mid-flight in the dream thinking, “I can’t wait to see what happens. I’m almost there . . . ”
Then *WHOOSH* ~> back in bed with bedhead.
Maybe next time the journey won’t end mid-dream.
I just love dreams, Nancy – they take us to such an amazing world! If I were to interpret this I’d say you don’t feel like your in the driver’s seat of life at the moment, however things are not hurtling out of control at a great speed so that’s good – but that’s just my take on it 😉
That’s a decent interpretation, Dianne. There are lots of things in my life right now that are beyond my control ~> all I can do is wait for the dust to settle.
And LOL ~> it’s better when we “crash and burn” in slow motion.
Maybe you can program your thinking just enough to go to sleep and finish the dream! 🙂 I recently dreamed about being in the car with someone (can’t remember who) and they were driving and began to lose control of the car. I was in the back seat and I lurched forward to grab the steering wheel…and I landed on the floor in my bedroom! I lurched right out of bed. That’s taking dreams a bit too far, I think. 🙂
OUCH! That’s an abrupt way to end a crash dream ~> lurch out of bed BEFORE the dream weaver completes the scene. Hope you bounced back from your free fall ~> falling out of bed is an unpleasant way to become “grounded.”
Mastering the art of lucid dreaming would be a fun way to flex the imagination . . . and get some answers!
Agh, you woke up just as you were getting to the best bit! I hate when that happens. I admire your serenity in the dream, though. It seems your calmness and good-humor even extend beyond the waking realm. 🙂
Thanks, Bun! That was my favorite part of the dream ~> seeing that I remained relaxed, calm, and peaceful in the midst of “Free Fall.” Once I transfer that ability for day time use, I’ll be all set!
Well, I know from an earlier post that you have the superpower of being able to turn potentially tense moments into laughter, so you’re a good part of the way there, I’d say. 🙂
Thanks! I’m not sure I’ve mastered careening off a cliff with a light-hearted grin . . . yet.
I’ll keep practicing!
Geez Louise, Nancy, that was one h e double L of a dream!
Morning, Pix! A relaxing peace pervaded the dream . . . calm acceptance that “ev’ry little ting gonna be alright.”
Maybe next time I’ll get to “the bottom” of the mystery.
It’s amazing how our brains weave stories as we sleep. I usually don’t remember my dreams but scientists claim we dream all the time. This dream was a real doozie, Nancy!
I don’t remember many dreams with as much clarity as this. I expect we remember better when we wake mid-dream. If we wake as part of the natural sleep cycle, most dreams have already vanished into the ether.
But it is “fun” to remember the occasional doozie!
When I had pneumonia a couple years ago, my sleep was filled with dark, terrifying dreams. Gargoyles and monsters! I suspect it was the fever at work.
ACK! Dreams can be dark and terrifying, especially when we’re sick. It’s been years since I had a fever (knock on wood), but I remember sleeping in fits and starts. Not fun.
In contrast, these 2 dreams were “thrilling” adventures but not “scary” ~ rather like roller coasters at the amusement park.
What a vivid dream. I wouldn’t have felt cheated. 🙂
I confess to being quite curious about what comes next . . . if anything. Of course, curiosity killed the cat.
Haha! XD