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albadgerI was with Former Domestic Partner (henceforth FDP) driving back from a concert or play or something in Monterey, headed towards home in Martinez. It was dark, the freeways were poorly lit, and crowds of people dressed in dark fabric were wandering on the lanes. I took a wrong turn that brought us to a dead end lined with body shops and auto junkyards. "I know how to get back to the freeway," said FDP from the back seat. "Put her in reverse."
So, yeah, I put her in reverse, and we were barrelling along at around 40 miles an hour, and I couldn't see a thing because I was facing forward, not that turning around would have helped, since it was pitch black. I felt a nasty lurch as something fell out of the bottom of the car. There may have been a noise as well, but I don't tend to dream with audio for some reason.
Next thing I knew I was in the lobby of a hotel that was either the Disneyland Grand Californian, or the Overlook. My friend Mike A walked over to me and dropped a handful of broken belts and hoses in my lap. "Look what came out of your car," he said. "We'll be stuck here for weeks now!"
so the lessons from the dream are:
Today is the second day of my new post-employment life, and I have sworn to blog, just as I blog when I travel -- because this is a journey, fill in new age tree huggy BS here. Problem is, nothing really bloggable has happened yet. I did see a number of reviewable things over the weekend, but that's before the New Age began, barely. But a stupid dream? I can always blog that. And will.
So, yeah, I put her in reverse, and we were barrelling along at around 40 miles an hour, and I couldn't see a thing because I was facing forward, not that turning around would have helped, since it was pitch black. I felt a nasty lurch as something fell out of the bottom of the car. There may have been a noise as well, but I don't tend to dream with audio for some reason.
Next thing I knew I was in the lobby of a hotel that was either the Disneyland Grand Californian, or the Overlook. My friend Mike A walked over to me and dropped a handful of broken belts and hoses in my lap. "Look what came out of your car," he said. "We'll be stuck here for weeks now!"
so the lessons from the dream are:
- Acting on advice from FDP always leads to disaster, and always will. He died 9 years ago but the principle is sound.
- I took my car to the shop for regular maintenance today, so I was prepping for possible bad news.
- Nobody at Disney had seen the Shining when they designed that hotel, had they?
Today is the second day of my new post-employment life, and I have sworn to blog, just as I blog when I travel -- because this is a journey, fill in new age tree huggy BS here. Problem is, nothing really bloggable has happened yet. I did see a number of reviewable things over the weekend, but that's before the New Age began, barely. But a stupid dream? I can always blog that. And will.
