Today when I came home, Gary was already there since he’d spent the day at home with the flu.
“One good thing about the flu,” he said, “It gives you the coolest dreams. I had my recurring car dream again.”
“What? There’s a recurring car dream? I thought the only recurring dream you have is the Big House dream.” (See Life in the Big House.)
“Oh, really?” He shrugged. “I can’t believe I’ve never told you about that. I have the Cool Car dream all the time.”
So, I pressed for details.
In the Cool Car Dream:
- Gary buys a cool car, usually a Corvette, but for some reason today it was a Ferrari. I do have a new job, so I suppose he upgraded.
- One the same day he buys said car — He loses control of the car because of the handling, or
– The car is stolen, or
– The car is dismantled in garage of our house (not the big house of his dreams, but our current house) and left entirely in pieces, with significant pieces missing.
- Gary’s response to the loss of the car is to shrug it off and go back to the same dealer and buy a cheaper car from the same manufacturer.
I’m just as baffled about this dream as I am about the Big House Dreams. I don’t know what he’s responding to. He did just get his yearly review. Maybe the car symbolizes his status in life? Maybe he’s worried about losing the raise he got? And more important, why don’t I have recurring dreams?
Speaking of my dreams:
You know, we’ve had a big influx of people here from the Lush site, and the MS people from the MS carnival and the Great Blog Link Experiment, so you old-timers know what this means. This means I am compelled by forces beyond my control to confess something inappropriate.
But, what to do? Nothing even interesting happened to me yesterday, much less inappropriate, and I know that was a great disappointment to those of you who remember the Brazilian adventure after the Ships and Dippers crowd visited.
Well, my subconscious rectified the situation last night by giving me the most horribly, horribly inappropriate dream ever. So horrible I woke up and said, “Oh … oh no one will ever hear about that one.” And that just made it worse, because first: “Hi! New People! Gotta Humiliate Self!” followed by: “Keeping a Secret! Gotta Humiliate Self!”
So, I just want to say if anyone else has had a dream involving a three-way among themselves, a young Bruce Willis, and their seventy-one year old mother I want you to feel comfortable sharing.
Don’t leave! Hear me out! Sure, a sex dream involving my Mom (Jesus what is wrong with me) is perverted on so many many levels. Still, I want to assure everyone (especially you, Mom, and Good Morning) that I did not have contact with Mom during the sex. Bruce Willis and I were having sex, and Mom decided to strip down and participate. She was focusing on Bruce, not me (because THAT, THAT would be sick), and I had just the most satisfying time.
Then I woke up and gouged my eyes out. The End. God, how I wish I were making this up.
15 responses to “Big Car Dream”
I really wish I’d stopped reading at the end of the car dream.Here’s my recurring car dream: I’m driving a car, but I’m not in the driver’s seat. I’m somewhere else in the car, desperately trying to reach the wheel and pedals. Usually I’m in the back seat and the driver’s seat is missing. For those of you who have not met me, I am not vertically blessed, so I can not reach the pedals, no matter how much I stretch.I’ve never paid attention to when it occurs, but I bet it’ll happen less often now that I’ve left the old company.
Ms. Queen, you are too funny!! Thanks.
My recurring car dream is stamping on the brakes and slowing down, but never being able to stop: relentlessly carried on in slow motion and against my will towards some nameless disaster. Tch, it’s so obvious. Bet you wish yours was less obvious too, eh, Queen, eh?
I don’t have car dreams. I did however have a recurring dream of an inappropriate nature, years ago when I was newly married the first time, that involved my MIL walking around the house topless. Gaaaaaaaaaaaaaah! Thinking of it now it still has the power to make me shudder from head to toe.
Wow. *shudder* You’re right…at least you and mom weren’t…I can’t even type it.
And you seemed so normal when I met you on the cruise.
Not that I wish for such a dream myself, but that was an AWESOME inappropriate confession. Truly. Also great that you had such a satisfying time! And best wishes for many more influxes of people so as to bring on more inappropriate confessionals! (Well done.)
Hahahahahahaha. Hahahaha. Haha. Ha. Ha.That makes my dream about arriving late to my own wedding with my dress on backwards and unzipped seem so incredibly mundane (and exceptionally easy to analyze I know). You know, with it not involving Bruce Willis’ penis nor your mother.
Humph. I wouldn’t be in the same room as that egotistic pipsqueak Willis much less let anyone undress me in front of him. Are you sure it wasn’t Ashton Cookie?
Caroline – Oh and THANKS for asking me if Moms arms worked in the dream. I had to remember details. (And, no, they didn’t, but she had great control in her legs.)Lisa Emrich – I was so relieved to hear that. I was sure I’d be getting comments like “Come over and visit me. With your Mom. love, Bruce Willis.”Big Dot – Eh! I’m thinking a young BW symbolizes the physical changes age brings. I hope to God, anyway.Zayrina – Eww! The better to breast-feed with? What would that mean?Autumn – NO! Don’t type that! Ew!Melissa – Yeah. Bruce Willis, freaky, huh?wyo – Thank you. I wish I could control that, though. Other people meet strangers and are not compelled to blurt out the most inappropriate thing they are thinking.Katie – Pah! Unless your chest was exposed. Must have been. Queen Mother – Hey, babe. How YOU doin’?
I thought of you, and Gary, the poor sick bunny, when I saw this.
https://youtu.be/Zw9v6R4jCTc?si=8JNF__bdMQirPWb3
Zayrina – Gary even saw the humor in that!
That’s probably the reason you don’t have recurring dreams. Be grateful.
I KNEW it! I just knew you were warped at the core… 😉
Candy – I have dream-like one night stands, then?Sue – Hey, Mom was the one who threw herself at Bruce.