Any Help with this would be appreciated.
Any suggestions would be helpful. I know a bit about dream interpretations but it's always hard when you can't be very objective.
It was another evening with nothing to do except help other people with their drama. I waited on the side of the bridge while my friend brought all her belongings to rest on the ground in the only block of unused earth in the city. She carefully folded and piled her clothing according to use outside and directly on the dirt. It must have taken her hours of shipping her things from the home she no longer had. After everything was spread out and neatly arranged she decided it was safe and she would be back for it later.
I found myself driving along an unlit highway that night. The traffic was thick and my speedometer said 92mph. I thought, "This won't be good for gas mileage." and then spent some time thinking about how I was recently informed that hybrids aren't getting much more than 5mpg than the new cars coming out today. I decided that I shouldn't slow down because of gas. My thoughts turned back to reality as I was taking an onramp to another highway. In my dreams these days, there are always bridges. I connected to the new highway and found even less lighting and absolutely no traffic. Following my habit of needing to be first in everything I moved to the fast lane assuming there would be someone to pass soon enough. I suddenly got the feeling that things were not as they seemed, or at least it could be easy for things to be different from what I was calling reality. I noticed a displaced light out the corner of my right eye. It didn't make any sense that a lone yellow light would be next to my car travelling along side me. The eerie feeling couldn't paralyze me from finding out what was going on. Shining a very large bright flashlight in that direction I found that it was an old car with no working headlights except one side light that was intended as the front left turn signal. I waved down the driver and tried to explain how they are driving dangerously and it freaked me out and could hurt someone. They behaved as though I was responding irrationally to the situation. Motioning the flashlight around their car to allow my brain a chance to reset, I noticed something behind their car, another car. In fact, not just one other car, 4 other cars. All with no headlights on and no way for me to have seen them. I was stunned that I didn't run into one of them when entering the highway. I spent some time waiving my hand in front of my flashlight in different signals hoping they would understand, I even held up my hand and motioned that there were were 5 cars in a series with no lights, in case they didn't know. Again I was met with the same attitude as before. I felt so uneasy by the reaction I exited the highway and found a safer place for a moment to collect my thoughts.
At the exit ramp, which was yet another bridge, I stopped to tell a police officer and passerbys what I was experiencing. The same attitude came back at me! That it shouldn't matter what was going on with the other cars because I should be able to see clearly on my own since I have headlights. If they were in my way I would have seen them upon entering the highway and during my trip. They couldn't understand that some people drive irresponsibly and they should be held to the same standards as I am. Apparently, I could have been driving without my headlights if I wanted. I could have been doing whatever I wanted and that would have been okay. In good concience, I would never comfortably do that. I drove away again covered in a cloud of confusion as though I am really not fitting into this world.
Eventually I found myself back next to the bridge downtown where all of my friends belongings had been left. Now they weren't piled up neatly, the few pieces that survived the morning winds were buried in mud. I stood there and wondered how she will respond to this change. Through the mud my friend S came stomping up to me. She began bluntly as usual and declared how my cat could not be pregnant because it's been 3 weeks since I've suggested it and still no kittens are hanging around. I wondered about the gestation time for a cat then realized I couldn't remember and 3 weeks sounded good enough for the moment. She thinks I'm rediculous and I like that about her. She told me that I needed to go with her so we could take care of things and stop worrying about this crap all over the place. I followed silently knowing she was right. It was so strange to find a block of mud smack in the middle of downtown hugged by the tall buildings all while cars whistled by, I looked down and watched as my legs moved my feet in and out of the wet ground stepping over trivial pieces of someone elses life.
Muddy, dirty, orange handled scissors peaked out as I stomped by. I had to stop, we needed those. After we got back to the house, S turned into some thin light haired caucasian female. She was sweet and cynical like me. I don't know her in waking life. I held the scissors behind my back as she brought the cat in the room. We giggled and I tried to not show my new 'toy', the cat looked at me and told me he knew there was something behind my back, "What is it?" he asked curious. I turned my body to block his view while my friend securely held him in front of me. Through his eager begging and feeble attempts to stretch out enough to see around my body, we laughed loudly at his failure. We decided it was time to show him and hope to find the same reaction. I slowly slid my hand around toward my side revealing first the now clean shiny silver blade. The reaction was not the same, he remembered how his fear and skittishness was unfounded and became bored with us. I whipped out the remaining orange handle to be met by no reaction other than sniffing. My dog came in the room and I decided to let the dog play and sniff to retrain the cat to fear the scissors. The dog allowed the blades to go in her mouth and she licked them happily. My friend and I looked at each other, bored. I put the scissors down.
It was another evening with nothing to do except help other people with their drama. I waited on the side of the bridge while my friend brought all her belongings to rest on the ground in the only block of unused earth in the city. She carefully folded and piled her clothing according to use outside and directly on the dirt. It must have taken her hours of shipping her things from the home she no longer had. After everything was spread out and neatly arranged she decided it was safe and she would be back for it later.
I found myself driving along an unlit highway that night. The traffic was thick and my speedometer said 92mph. I thought, "This won't be good for gas mileage." and then spent some time thinking about how I was recently informed that hybrids aren't getting much more than 5mpg than the new cars coming out today. I decided that I shouldn't slow down because of gas. My thoughts turned back to reality as I was taking an onramp to another highway. In my dreams these days, there are always bridges. I connected to the new highway and found even less lighting and absolutely no traffic. Following my habit of needing to be first in everything I moved to the fast lane assuming there would be someone to pass soon enough. I suddenly got the feeling that things were not as they seemed, or at least it could be easy for things to be different from what I was calling reality. I noticed a displaced light out the corner of my right eye. It didn't make any sense that a lone yellow light would be next to my car travelling along side me. The eerie feeling couldn't paralyze me from finding out what was going on. Shining a very large bright flashlight in that direction I found that it was an old car with no working headlights except one side light that was intended as the front left turn signal. I waved down the driver and tried to explain how they are driving dangerously and it freaked me out and could hurt someone. They behaved as though I was responding irrationally to the situation. Motioning the flashlight around their car to allow my brain a chance to reset, I noticed something behind their car, another car. In fact, not just one other car, 4 other cars. All with no headlights on and no way for me to have seen them. I was stunned that I didn't run into one of them when entering the highway. I spent some time waiving my hand in front of my flashlight in different signals hoping they would understand, I even held up my hand and motioned that there were were 5 cars in a series with no lights, in case they didn't know. Again I was met with the same attitude as before. I felt so uneasy by the reaction I exited the highway and found a safer place for a moment to collect my thoughts.
At the exit ramp, which was yet another bridge, I stopped to tell a police officer and passerbys what I was experiencing. The same attitude came back at me! That it shouldn't matter what was going on with the other cars because I should be able to see clearly on my own since I have headlights. If they were in my way I would have seen them upon entering the highway and during my trip. They couldn't understand that some people drive irresponsibly and they should be held to the same standards as I am. Apparently, I could have been driving without my headlights if I wanted. I could have been doing whatever I wanted and that would have been okay. In good concience, I would never comfortably do that. I drove away again covered in a cloud of confusion as though I am really not fitting into this world.
Eventually I found myself back next to the bridge downtown where all of my friends belongings had been left. Now they weren't piled up neatly, the few pieces that survived the morning winds were buried in mud. I stood there and wondered how she will respond to this change. Through the mud my friend S came stomping up to me. She began bluntly as usual and declared how my cat could not be pregnant because it's been 3 weeks since I've suggested it and still no kittens are hanging around. I wondered about the gestation time for a cat then realized I couldn't remember and 3 weeks sounded good enough for the moment. She thinks I'm rediculous and I like that about her. She told me that I needed to go with her so we could take care of things and stop worrying about this crap all over the place. I followed silently knowing she was right. It was so strange to find a block of mud smack in the middle of downtown hugged by the tall buildings all while cars whistled by, I looked down and watched as my legs moved my feet in and out of the wet ground stepping over trivial pieces of someone elses life.
Muddy, dirty, orange handled scissors peaked out as I stomped by. I had to stop, we needed those. After we got back to the house, S turned into some thin light haired caucasian female. She was sweet and cynical like me. I don't know her in waking life. I held the scissors behind my back as she brought the cat in the room. We giggled and I tried to not show my new 'toy', the cat looked at me and told me he knew there was something behind my back, "What is it?" he asked curious. I turned my body to block his view while my friend securely held him in front of me. Through his eager begging and feeble attempts to stretch out enough to see around my body, we laughed loudly at his failure. We decided it was time to show him and hope to find the same reaction. I slowly slid my hand around toward my side revealing first the now clean shiny silver blade. The reaction was not the same, he remembered how his fear and skittishness was unfounded and became bored with us. I whipped out the remaining orange handle to be met by no reaction other than sniffing. My dog came in the room and I decided to let the dog play and sniff to retrain the cat to fear the scissors. The dog allowed the blades to go in her mouth and she licked them happily. My friend and I looked at each other, bored. I put the scissors down.