Friday, September 12, 2008

My Sweet, Sweet Car


So, I had another vivid dream last night. It was kind of weird, but I wanted to record it anyways... I guess it's just because I remember most of it now, so why not?

The coolest thing about the dream is the car I had. I'm not a car guy, but this car was pretty cool. It looked almost exactly like this GTO. It was sitting in my garage, only the doors, hood, trunk and body panels were laying on a work bench. I was packing the car with as many of my belongings as I could, getting ready for a long relocation and life on the run from something, the police perhaps? I'd place bags or throw shoes into spaces in the car, and when it was full I would put the body panel back on. Not like using secret cargo holds, the panels were off to make for easier access throwing stuff inside.

I was living with roommates, and they didn't know what was really going on. I had flashes of memories of what happened earlier, I think the night before. I was driving in the snow, swerved around a corner and hit a guy, and I told everyone he died. Even though I don't drink, I was a little tipsy at the time this happened. Supposedly I was off the hook for some reason, but the real sequence of events was quite different from the story I told, and that was why I was getting out of town.

In another feature-film-like sequence of shots, I came swerving around a corner as I told in the story. However, the man I said I hit, looked at me with wide eyes as I came toward him. I knew him to be the man I was sent to kill. I slid to a stop, fishtailing the back end in the snow. Running out of the car, I tackled the guy as he tried to escape, sat on his chest and put my hands on his face until he stopped moving.

That was why I was getting out of Dodge. It was just a matter of time before the investigation by the police would lead them knocking down my door...

Then I woke up and poured some Kix for a confused Miles and whiny Anna (what happened to the Rainbow Cereal??). A little sprinkled sugar on top solved both problems.

I hope my dream doesn't disturb anyone, but I would love to hear some interpretations.

6 comments:

Brian said...

That car is sexy on wheels. You have stellar taste Matthew.

And your dreams are awesome. I think they'd make good short films.

Matt said...

I think your dream means you should get that car, even if you have to kill some guy in a snowstorm to get it. (At least you eventually figured out why you were evading the police. In my dreams, I never know the reason, I'm just perpetually on the run. I'm glad to hear that someone else has crazy assassin/spy dreams.)

taylor said...

srry man but thats no GTO thats a mustank, notice the horse on the grill, dead giveaway

taylor said...

mustang

taylor said...

oh ya and if u want to know the model its a boss 302, one of the rarest mustangs made next to eleanor and a mach 1, theres a lot of fake eleanors that people made with body kits and stuff but theres only a handfull of origionals. just giving u a heads up on your dream car and i think you should check out eleanor shes a reall hottie :)

m3ng said...

Thanks for the heads up. Like I said, I really know nothing about cars!