… in the space of time between alarm #1 going off and alarm #2… 10 minutes maybe, I had a dream. It was weird, but not scary. I’ve had several lately where I am driving my PT Cruiser (clueless what that means… where’s Alison when ya need her?!?)…
– anywho –
knew I was driving sloppy, parked (I tend to do this quickly and perhaps carelessly… I drive a small car, I fit in the space – between the white lines … no need to be perfect.)
Went in to this cool business place = lots of glass, multiple stores, lots of people – knew some of them… that’s where the weirdness was… can’t really describe it, but I remember wondering what was the purpose of me being there …
when I left, well, that’s when I noticed how CRAZY I really did park = the whole passenger side of my car was up on the curve! Hello, it ain’t no 4-wheel drive. It’s a street car and sits low to the ground. So I was a bit in awe of this… mainly because I didn’t remember feeling a bump when I parked…
Then I started having trouble getting the car started… like the battery was trying to die. Not cool.
Got it started and moving,
started going forward again when it seemed like it was going to die… this time like it was out of gas.
Thankfully I woke up. Car issues stress me out. My last vehicle was a lemon.
Yet, I pondered the dream. I believe it was because my blood sugar was low, and my brain knew to use my car to describe it to me. Yep, I’ve ignored my body for so long, it has to use a parable to teach me.
It had been a LONG time since I had eaten. I’ve been doing that a lot this past week. I think I’ve done made my bod mad.
Live and learn.