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I just woke up and told it to my husband before I lost it completely. I won't tell you all the dream in it's amazing detail but here's the reader's digest version:
It starts with me in a store with an old customer, one I haven't called on in years. She sells lots of sewing machine stuff- why I would be calling on her I have no idea, I don't sell sewing machine stuff, I sell jewelry ( in my waking life). I begin to talk to her as I am opening some mail I have recieved and find that is seriously threatening me to pay up or else, that I have owed this company money for years, yada, yada. I look at the envelopes and they are addressed to someone with my first name, and one of the people lives on a street with the same name that I once lived on - but in a different state. Clearly, they have the wrong person. So I get on the phone with them complaining to this old customer while I am doing it. Finally I hang up and say goodbye and leave, thinking I will deal with it further when I reach home.
As I am leaving the store i notice a garage like wing of the building filled with antiques. Aha, I think, that's why I used to stop here. As I am brousing I see the world's biggest wooden train station waiting room type bench. Enormous, really beautiful. So I ask the man who is in the shop about it. He says it's from the old Woodstock train station at the farm and it is 150,000 dollars because it is historic. I tell him my brother might want it for his bar! and he gives me paperwork to show him, also gives me a key. As he is walking me out to my car we notice an injured young man with bandage head coming out of a VFW hall. The man greets him as do I . I shake his hand and start to cry, I ask "How are you?" And he replies that he'll get by but doesn't want to discuss it. As I leave him I say to the store owner "God, I hate this fucking war!" He starts to scream at me and we have this hugh! argument whereupon I fling his paperwork at him and end with "FUCK YOU!" I stomp away to go to my car and realize the whole scene has changed. I do not know where my car is.
I am walking the streets of the most godawful run down Catskill resort type town and it is so seedy. Old amusement parks abound, all the rides need serious renovation and are covered in flaking paint. There are school groups jostling me on the sidewalk, I am SO lost.
As I enter a covered walkway I suddenly realize it is a ride in full operation and I don't know how to get out. Suddenly I hear a woman yelling at me that I am where I do not belong, I should leave now. She is really pissed at me. I tell her I am so sorry, I'm lost, she just keeps yelling and then says she just came from a funeral of a soldier and she is angry about that, doesn't need to deal with stupid me just now. I tell her about the young man I just met and that I hate the war. She does too. She then points me toward a hallway filled with doors and tells me to go that way. I am uncertain and hesitate when suddenly the place is filled with young women in linen dresses and white bonnets. They say they will help me and want to talk to me. There are lots of young girls with them also dressed in the same manner.
I figure out from the garb tht they are church group and I soon find out they are "The New Covenent" aha, I think, a cult, I had better get away. They don't want me to go, but finally one woman says she will help me find my car and we leave, she brings a 12 or so year old girl with her and a baby. We find the car and I offer to give her a ride to where they are going. I am driving now and she says she knows a shortcut to the house she is going to. I am now driving with her on dark backroads and she says turn here. We go into a tunnel and as we approach light again I realize the road is slippery, there are no guardrails, it is steep and twisting, and below us is a lake. I lose control of the car which slides off the road and drops into the lake.
The girl, the woman and I are now swimming in the lake. We then make it to the side and climb up, I watch my car sink until it is gone. Oh no I am thinking, my samples were in the car, I have no phone, we're in the middle of nowhere. She has a phone though and I call the police. The woman and girl leave me there to wait. I realize I am still hoding the key from the antique store.
When the cops come they are really nice, laughing at me, but nice. I hear one on the phone to a tow truck driver saying it was a 200 mile drive for him to get to the car. Gonna be a long wait. So I'm hanging out with the cops smoking pin striped! cigarettes and finally make the call to hubby to tell him my news. I start with "Im OK but I just drove the car into a lake" when I realize the baby is still in the car.
That's when I woke up with a start. Thank God it was only a dream. It was very upsetting.
No wonder I don't sleep!
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