Even dreaming, I can't catch a break
Nov. 20th, 2010 12:55 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
vanillafluffyJust before I woke up this morning, I had a dream. A guy gave me a pickup truck...I don't know who he was, I'm not sure what the circumstances, whether it was for something I'd done for him, or was going to do or what The truck itself was black, full-size, good shape---not *quite* Truckzilla, but close enough. It had a bunch of bumper stickers and back window decals on it, including a banner for somekind of business (carpets? tapestries?) in lieu of a tailgate.
The next day, I went to some kind of flea market or street festival. I got there early and stayed all day, and by the end of the day, heading back to the truck, I still felt energetic and happy. I met a cute guy and we were alking along, flirting.
I got to the truck and saw that the driver's door was open. Looked inside the cab, and it was stripped. Even the steering wheel was gone! I stepped back, and realized that the whole engine compartment, everything in front of the firewall was gone! Basically, it was the bed and the cab sitting there.
I was in shock. It occured to me that the original owner and I hadn't completed the paperwork, so even if the insurance paid out, I probably wouldn't get anything, and there was no telling if he'd pass it along so I could get the truck restored. I'd barely had it for 24 hours, and here it was, fucked beyond easy fixing.
Meanwhile, the guy I'd been flirting with said he had to go. I asked if I could call him, and he said he'd call me. And he got out of there, fast, as I tried to point out that we hadn't exchanged phone numbers.
I stood there, bummed out, and wondered where there was a phone so I could report the theft to the cops.
At this point, I woke up, feeling depressed. What does it say about my murky subconscious that even in my sleep, life craps on me? I get ripped off and blown off simultaneously. No luck with vehicles, no luck with my love life.
Why can't I have the GOOD kind of dream, where I'm having Discovery Channel sex with JDM or other hotties? Nope, no such luck.
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The next day, I went to some kind of flea market or street festival. I got there early and stayed all day, and by the end of the day, heading back to the truck, I still felt energetic and happy. I met a cute guy and we were alking along, flirting.
I got to the truck and saw that the driver's door was open. Looked inside the cab, and it was stripped. Even the steering wheel was gone! I stepped back, and realized that the whole engine compartment, everything in front of the firewall was gone! Basically, it was the bed and the cab sitting there.
I was in shock. It occured to me that the original owner and I hadn't completed the paperwork, so even if the insurance paid out, I probably wouldn't get anything, and there was no telling if he'd pass it along so I could get the truck restored. I'd barely had it for 24 hours, and here it was, fucked beyond easy fixing.
Meanwhile, the guy I'd been flirting with said he had to go. I asked if I could call him, and he said he'd call me. And he got out of there, fast, as I tried to point out that we hadn't exchanged phone numbers.
I stood there, bummed out, and wondered where there was a phone so I could report the theft to the cops.
At this point, I woke up, feeling depressed. What does it say about my murky subconscious that even in my sleep, life craps on me? I get ripped off and blown off simultaneously. No luck with vehicles, no luck with my love life.
Why can't I have the GOOD kind of dream, where I'm having Discovery Channel sex with JDM or other hotties? Nope, no such luck.
.