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Feb. 7th, 2014 12:07 pmI had a very odd dream last night.
It started (I think) with me in the old Windstar van that my family had from 1996 to around 2006. I was with my family, with my parents in the front, and we were driving on a highway in a warped version of the Puget Sound. There were obstacles in front of us that my parents had to avoid, such as other cars, rolling tires, and the like. Eventually, there was a boy on the highway, chasing the tires right in front of us. We were able to miss the tires, but we ran over the boy with a very loud and tactile THUD.
Right after that, the car kept going, and I saw the boy in a crumpled mess behind us. I started panicking, saying that we just ran over somebody and that we need to stop and help the poor boy. My father turned from the front passenger seat, and told me that if we stayed with the boy, we'd get in legal trouble, and we didn't even know if it was a real person in any case (as it turns out, virtual people are common in the dream world). I started berating him, saying that of course he was real and that it was immoral to not help, silently thinking that if they did get caught running away from the crime, I would testify against them.
Then the dream cut to a scene where I was in the old small house at the former farm that my family owned in Pendleton. My brother lived there, and he had a girlfriend about my age. As it turned out, the girlfriend was more interested in me than in my brother (I think that it had something to do with my naive charm and inexperience). I'm not sure how that part ended.
In short, a very interesting dream. I'm not entirely sure what it meant.
It started (I think) with me in the old Windstar van that my family had from 1996 to around 2006. I was with my family, with my parents in the front, and we were driving on a highway in a warped version of the Puget Sound. There were obstacles in front of us that my parents had to avoid, such as other cars, rolling tires, and the like. Eventually, there was a boy on the highway, chasing the tires right in front of us. We were able to miss the tires, but we ran over the boy with a very loud and tactile THUD.
Right after that, the car kept going, and I saw the boy in a crumpled mess behind us. I started panicking, saying that we just ran over somebody and that we need to stop and help the poor boy. My father turned from the front passenger seat, and told me that if we stayed with the boy, we'd get in legal trouble, and we didn't even know if it was a real person in any case (as it turns out, virtual people are common in the dream world). I started berating him, saying that of course he was real and that it was immoral to not help, silently thinking that if they did get caught running away from the crime, I would testify against them.
Then the dream cut to a scene where I was in the old small house at the former farm that my family owned in Pendleton. My brother lived there, and he had a girlfriend about my age. As it turned out, the girlfriend was more interested in me than in my brother (I think that it had something to do with my naive charm and inexperience). I'm not sure how that part ended.
In short, a very interesting dream. I'm not entirely sure what it meant.
