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Last night I dreamed I was making the twelve hour drive to my parents' place. And I noticed that my car clock said it was 4:15 making me realise that I wasn't going to be arriving until early the next morning. The thought of driving through the mountains alone in the dark made me nervous and so I was speeding, thinking irrationally the way one does in dreams, that I might get through the mountains some ten hours faster if I did.
I was pulled over by the police for speeding, and when I got out of the car, the police woman became instantly certain that I was some escaped fugitive from the law and that she bringing me in. Her delight at capturing me overshadowed any procedural regulations and I was given no opportunity to defend myself. It was an odd dream.
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1 comment:
you could visit me in 12 hours too, maybe even less. Though you would need a passport and you'd still hve to go over a mountain. Sadie and I would wait up for you with hot cocca...or wine. Your choice.
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