dream

kay. better write this mornings dream before i forget.. no actually yesterday mornings dream (its 2am allready.. ::gulp::)

in a car again. jeep like. driving at a furious rate, controlling it quite well but unable to slow down or stop. i'm controlling the car from afar, moving it like its a video game. i'm observing but also in the car. because i can not stop i inevitably hit something. (i can't remember, it may have been people and i may have seriously injured/killed them) but it's hard to be sure because of the tremendous speed at which i'm racing ahead. after the collision, i know i must think quickly. hide the evidence. and immediately i plow myself and the car over a bridge and into a river where we are submerged. police/rescue workers soon pull us from the depths. dragging my seemingly dead body. (i am a man at this point) i wait for the opportune momemt to make my gettaway. and as they climb the banks supporting me parallel to the ground over their heads, i jump up, and make a dash for it. i drive off again furiously hoping to escape. i find myself in a twisted, tight residential neighborhood taking tight turns. the roads get smaller and smaller until i am driving on top of trashcans and the like. they eventually are reduced to only a couple feet across. i wonder how far away the police are as surely they are pursuing me. i am in great danger/trouble. just then i see 2 young people in a green car pull into their home. as the garage door opens, i jump inside the back seat of their car i rip of my two hoop earings and muss up my shoulder lengths brown hair to disguise myself, JUST IN CASE the police turn the corner and see me. . I desparately plead for their mercy and ask if I can temporarily take cover in their home. they agree easily and the garage door closes behind us. thank god. i feel a tremendous sense of relief. i have temporarily (a couple days or so) found safety. the cops will not find me here. .....the 3 of us enter the home. the entry way makes me feel immediately at home. it is funky and artsy. there is a beaded curtain made from shells hanging across the ceiling/wall in front of us. there are colorful funky solid colored chairs, and large pieces of maybe homemade art. then we enter the apartment. it is spacious and lovely, though not fancy. i admire and wish i had a nice place like this. the middle area is decorated in asian decor. above you can see the 2nd floor bedroom. the man steps down from above and asks me which futon i might like to sleep on for the night. they are small, foldaway type mats. he suggest strongly the one he is holding because it is firm and the best quality. i appreciate the courtesy and answer that either is fine. whichever is the least trouble.