I had a dream the other night. I was driving in my Gold Chevy Prizm with a friend, I couldn't tell you who it was. We had been out for a couple of drinks. I saw a cop and was kind of nervous about getting pulled over. Then I came upon a high hill. We don't have these in Michigan. It reminded me of some of the hills in San Francisco. I sped up, I thought I had to get speed to make it up the hill. Instead of going over the hill my car took air and flipped over backwards. The movement wasn't traumatic. It was a fall, but gentle. Almost fluid. My friend and I were hanging upside down from our seat belts; kind of bewildered. Since our car was lying on the hood, we could not move the car..... which goes without saying. So we were holding up a lot of traffic by being in the middle of the road. Some young white guy got out of his car, came over to my window and started bitching at me, as if I could at that moment move my car my self. Then the rescue teams came. They had a huge crane that gently lifted up my car, turned it over and placed it slowly on the ground; again gracefully.
The next thing I remember was being in the police station. The surroundings resembled the Sanford and Son house, utter chaos. I was separated from my friend. I could see her being questioned a couple of rooms away. I wasn't sure what they wanted from me. I was nervous that they would give me a breathalyzer test. Yet they didn't, I was just being paranoid. They didn't seem to know what they were doing. Then I woke up.
Flying or floating dreams are kind of fun. I remember a very vivid one I had when I was in the sixth grade. I grew up across the street from my grade school. One year they had a fair, maybe they had it every year, I don't remember. I also can't remember if I had the dream before or after the fair. If it was before, I guess it would be a premonition, since I didn't know all the rides that they would have there. Here my memory is really hazy, since now I am doubting that they had this ride at all. I remember the dream better than reality.
In my dream I got on a ride that had little one-seat airplanes on the ends of poles. They were in a circle and would go around and up and down, that's it. Well, that's all they were supposed to do. After a couple of rounds my plane broke free. I had a short moment of panic and then started to enjoy buzzing around the neighborhood. I didn't go far, much like I wasn't allowed to go very far from home growing up either. I flew from the entrance of the elementary and down the street toward my house. But I didn't stop there. I went back toward the fair and stayed away from my house. That's all I remember.
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I remember the airplane (there were actually two) that flew by a wire or small rope. We would go to the elementary school (Volney Smith, our school!) in the parking lot, and an older sibling would spin amd get the plane going. It had a comforting sound when all was going well. Not so great was the sound when it took a dive. Watch out below!
That was the catylist for my flying dreams as a child. I would be running out to the field across the street to the front and just take off with my arms out like plane wings. I would soar the lenghth of the field at dusk till the sun came up. Sometimes I would fly around a few streets just above the house tops. But my favorite flying dream was when Andrew was flying a kite and I kept flying by it and round it, laughing the whole time!
What great fun. I felt to happy when I woke the next moring!
Thank you for reminding me about those days!
Love you!,
Siobhan
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