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A real clown car
May. 8th, 2021 06:38 amI dreamed I saw, in the sky, a boat like a Boston whaler cutting through the clouds, soaring casually like a paper airplane.
I was walking with my brother and some other dude on the streets of some dire city, elongated cracks in the sidewalk, cars whizzing by. The other guy was tall with a face like an old broom handle: he had a tawny tan and a mouth that turned down at the edges, no chin and the merest wisp of hair on his dome, and he squinted when he spoke, pinched eyes like he was scrutinizing everything you were saying. He wore a jacket and a sweater that was way too big for his stick-like frame and it looked as though it would fall off him at any time. "Well, why don't you just fool around with her...?" He was giving my brother some relationship advice, but it wasn't something I particularly wanted to hear. My brother just nodded along.
*
I dreamed I was driving my Ma and aunt over to one of these giant big box stores that sells hardware. The place was packed. Indeed, not only was there a line to get into the store itself, but people had queued up, arms crossed and waiting tensely, at this side pen where they kept all the shopping carts...they were waiting ten people deep just to get a cart! I dropped my Ma and aunt off and they scrambled to get on line, laughing.
I was driving my aunt's car, which for some reason meant I was compelled to use her glasses (neither or us wear glasses in the waking world, but in the dream, they were an odd, oblong shape and small, old-lady glasses. The car itself had no roof or walls, and was instead just a giant metal frame made of what looked like the beams and supports of a red rollercoaster. It was a little like a cross between a Formula 1 car and a dinosaur. I drove back out onto the streets, heavy with traffic trying to turn into the lot, hoping to find a place to park outside the store's perimeter. The car's wheel was a massive metal hoop that turned only with great difficulty, but I flowed on into a residential neighborhood. Stopped at a light, I looked at a hillside and the sky, pink with puffy clouds, and noted that the glasses seemed to sharped everything.
"The world tends to lose its definition..." I mused. And the light turned green.
I was walking with my brother and some other dude on the streets of some dire city, elongated cracks in the sidewalk, cars whizzing by. The other guy was tall with a face like an old broom handle: he had a tawny tan and a mouth that turned down at the edges, no chin and the merest wisp of hair on his dome, and he squinted when he spoke, pinched eyes like he was scrutinizing everything you were saying. He wore a jacket and a sweater that was way too big for his stick-like frame and it looked as though it would fall off him at any time. "Well, why don't you just fool around with her...?" He was giving my brother some relationship advice, but it wasn't something I particularly wanted to hear. My brother just nodded along.
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I dreamed I was driving my Ma and aunt over to one of these giant big box stores that sells hardware. The place was packed. Indeed, not only was there a line to get into the store itself, but people had queued up, arms crossed and waiting tensely, at this side pen where they kept all the shopping carts...they were waiting ten people deep just to get a cart! I dropped my Ma and aunt off and they scrambled to get on line, laughing.
I was driving my aunt's car, which for some reason meant I was compelled to use her glasses (neither or us wear glasses in the waking world, but in the dream, they were an odd, oblong shape and small, old-lady glasses. The car itself had no roof or walls, and was instead just a giant metal frame made of what looked like the beams and supports of a red rollercoaster. It was a little like a cross between a Formula 1 car and a dinosaur. I drove back out onto the streets, heavy with traffic trying to turn into the lot, hoping to find a place to park outside the store's perimeter. The car's wheel was a massive metal hoop that turned only with great difficulty, but I flowed on into a residential neighborhood. Stopped at a light, I looked at a hillside and the sky, pink with puffy clouds, and noted that the glasses seemed to sharped everything.
"The world tends to lose its definition..." I mused. And the light turned green.
