(This is a report of the remnants of this morning's dream -- 12/24/21. It was considerably more complex than this. It had quite a story line going, but this is all I can recall.)
In my dream, I am in the middle of a trip somewhere. I am with folks I know, but am not closely attached. We've just kind of agreed to take this trip together.
There are multiple cars involved in this trip -- and it's never clear in the dream as to where we're headed. But we seem to know where our destination is, even if it's never clearly stated or understood in the dream.
We're stopped at a waypoint somewhere, where we can spend some time. I think we've been on the road for a considerable time and need a respite. And the cars may need gas and or other servicing. It's not clear how long that respite will be -- hours or days.
Some people in our group are traveling together in the same vehicle, but I think I'm all by myself in a rather ratty old car. There's rust and dents and maybe the doors don't close easily, but it runs well.
At one point -- seemingly an interlude -- I'm driving my car with several other people aboard. I think we're in a sizeable parking garage. I'm a bit peeved at the folks in my car -- maybe they're making fun of the age and condition of the vehicle. I decide to show off a bit by running the car directly at the wall at a corner of the garage, then putting the car in a 4-wheel drift to turn it in the proper direction for the turn. It's a turn to the right. As we approach the wall, sliding, I start to question whether I had properly gauged the speed and direction of the drifting car, so that we may make a large splat on the wall ahead. The others in my car freak out somewhat, as do I. But we make the turn with a few inches to spare. They seem impressed, but I recognize that it was simply a matter of having bad tires to make the car start sliding sideways.
At another point in my dream -- not sure whether this was before or after the above story -- some woman is chastising me for somehow dismantling or disabling one of the seats in my car. She explains to me why this is a problem for her. (I forget the details...) But after she leaves, I go to the area of the car she feels I've sabotaged and simply reconnect a couple of straps so that the seat is once again fully functional. And I'm peeved that she took the occasion to make such a big fuss about this. All she had to do was ask and I would have explained and reconnected the straps while she was still there.
I decide to unpack some of my belongings from the car and move them to the room -- or at least the area in the building where we've stopped -- assigned to me. I begin to realize that I've taken much too much stuff for this trip, but am now kind of stuck: I either continue to travel with all this stuff or abandon it here. The only piece of stuff I recall is a boom box much like the one we now have in our "shed" at 140 Crosslands Drive.
I've unloaded a number of things into this area -- asking myself "Why in the world did I decide to bring this particular thing on a trip like this?" And after moving maybe 8 or 10 things from my car to my assigned area, I'm told that it's time to pack up and get back under way (or is it "weigh"?). There seems to be some urgency to be ready to go ASAP, and most everyone -- who have much less stuff than I do -- can respond quickly. But once again, I'm faced with the dilemma: Do I continue re-packing and possibly get disconnected from the "caravan" or do I abandon my stuff here and now so that I can stay up with the group?
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