A quick couple of things to get you caught up:
- I went highway driving.
I’ve been highway driving before, but a week or so ago I drove at 75-80 Mph for an entire hour. Impressive, I know. But it felt wonderful! It was an entirely unfamiliar road with an unfamilar speed, but I think it went really well. And I might even dare to say I think I handled myself pretty well, too. There were a few flubs like not getting over into the other lane for construction, but no lives were lost! (Haha, it’s pretty bad when my criteria for a good day of driving is, “no lives were lost.”)
- I had another dream.
Oh, boy. Wait until you hear this one! I think it was the night after I’d written the other post about my dream, so I guess it was already on my mind anyways. This time, my dream consisted of actual driving. But before you get too excited: in this dream, I also received a ticket for parking. I’m sure you don’t need me to spell it out, but just for the sake of irony I’m going to: in my first dream, I was too scared to drive but parked successfully. In my second dream, I drove but parked illegally and got a ticket.
…Okay. Now my mind is just playing tricks on me.
It gets even better. The ticket was-and I quote-“A Lifetime Ticket.” Meaning I could never get rid of it if I wanted to, and had to pay $250,000 over the span of my life until it was paid off. I also had to write a monthly essay and send it in.
Now that, people, is a nightmare.
Really right now?! “A Lifetime Ticket”? $250,000? Monthly essays? I am so weird. I’m just weird!
Okay, so here’s the Lizzie-Freud version of what my dream means: I am terrified of being unable to drive for a “lifetime,” and of having to pay the penalty for the rest of my life. Which is accurate. I’m terrified of failing. In the back of my mind there’s always the faint whisper of doubt, saying, “Can I do this? What if I don’t? What if I end up a massive failure? What will people think of me?” That’s not the hard part to interpret in my dream.
The hard part is the essay thing. Can you say, O to the Odd? Maybe it has to do with my blog… I don’t want to write about my fear of driving for the rest of my life?
But enough with the psychoanalysis. If I delve too much farther, I might become both my own patient and the therapist combined.
Well, now that I’ve lost any readers I had! That’s all, folks! But out of curiousity: what’s some weird dreams you’ve had?