a dream I had about my car being repossessed

I don’t remember where I parked my car. I’m thinking it was in the parking lot of my apartment, but it could’ve been at my job or somewhere else. All I know is that when I went to where it was, it was gone. I eventually fouind out that, much to my dismay, it had been “repossessed”. I’d never missed a payment though. In fact, “I overpay my bills,” I seem to remember explaining to someone as rare anger began to build.

Having to walk or catch a bus to go get my car wasn’t the problem. The problem was not knowing what all I had in the car and what the repo people might’ve stolen from it. It was two people; a girl and a guy; the guy might’ve been gay; race black, age probably in their 20s. I could hear their voices as they drove away because, for some reason, I purposely or mistakenly left my Zoom H5 audio recorder on record that day.

It must’ve been set to record the audio live via an internet stream because I could hear them talking about me and joking about taking the cash I had stashed somewhere near the front seats. I think it was a twenty-dollar bill, but it could’ve been much more. It really bothered me that I couldn’t remember what I had, but at least I had the audio evidence, which I had every intention of using if I noticed anything missing.

The end of the dream had me arriving at the place my car was supposed to be. It looked like some sort of factory with people working on machines and possibly driving trucks. It had inside and outside sections. There were chain link fences on the outside. Oz, a guy I know in real life, worked there. I remember him conversating with about the incident in his dry-witted tone. He told me that “everybody” was talking about it.

2017 ( January 24 )

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a dream I had about being on a tower and trying to run home before being eaten by lions

I had no idea how I got up there. I just sort of awoke standing on top of what seemed to be some sort of huge water tower. I don’t know how tall it was, but it had to be at least a hundred feet in the air as I remember looking down to see various animals running around in the neighborhood. Most were small and harmless, like rabbits and squirrels, but there were also some full-grown lions scattered about. It was sort of scary being that high in the air; I’m generally afraid of heights in real life; and once I realized I’d be able to climb down via the legs of the tower, I wanted to do so immediately. It was those damn lions I was deathly afraid of. I remember thinking, if not saying aloud to myself, that they’d (probably) kill me if they noticed me.

That was the dilemma I was facing; stay up on the tower and hope someone notices me before I eventually fall asleep and possibly roll off the side over a hundred feet to my demise or climb down and risk being eaten alive by lions. It was a decision I might’ve pondered longer if the sun weren’t about to go down. It was late in the evening and night was about to fall, which meant the chance of me being seen by a helpful human in what seemed like a desolate area of the city was also falling; not to mention the fact that it would be harder to spot the lions in the dark night. So, after making sure I couldn’t see any lions near the tower I was mysteriously perched upon; the few I could see were running around, chasing small animals; I decided to climb down.

Whether to walk or run was another decision. Running would increase the chance of being chased if a lion were to spot me, but it would also get me to safety quicker. I decided to run. It was actually more a swift jog as I probably looked back several times to make sure there wasn’t a lion on my tail. I knew the neighorhood; I lived near; so I headed what seemed like northwest, across streets, past buildings and eventually houses. One house had what looked like a (white) pet tiger fenced in the front yard. The weirdest part of the dream though was the end, at which I thought to myself that I had to figure-out what date (year/month) it was in order to determine where I lived because I’d moved before and didn’t want to go to the wrong home.

2017 ( January 06 )

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