blog entry

Deceptive Dreams

Sometimes I may be a little obsessive.  When things bother me throughout the day I guess I take it all to sleep with me.  I have these bizarre dreams.  Yesterday, I knew I needed gas in the car, so I became obsessed with where would I purchase the gas.  I thought about convenience and which gas station I would choose.  On the drive home I wondered if I should stop and get gas.  I didn’t.  Then I thought about how early I would have to leave in the morning to get my fill-up.  Then I thought about the traffic flow in the morning.  Which road should I take to get to a gas station? What station received the least profits this quarter?

 

What’s wrong with me?  Why didn’t I just stop at A gas station and get gas?  I don’t now.  It seems like I think too much about the process and can’t make a rational decision, so I didn’t get any gas.    

I had this horrible dream about – your right – getting gas.

 

The dream.

 

 I stopped at this gas station and a man offered to fill up my tank.  When was the last time you saw a full service gas station?  He filled my tank and I handed him my debit card and then he got in my car.  He plopped down in the driver’s seat and handed me back a piece of my debit card.  And then I was kidnapped/carnapped and he drove away.  I called 911 and they didn’t believe me.  I told them he ripped my debit card and they still didn’t believe me.  I told them the name of the road we were on: the driver/kidnapper even slowed down so I could read the sign. 

After an eternity we ended up at a hardware store where he proceeded to point a nail gun at me.  I’m still on the phone with 911 and I relayed this info to them.  Then I left dragging my car that had turned into a sleeping bag behind me.  I saw a sheriff’s car drive by but he didn’t see me.  Then there was an entire fleet of motorcycle cops and I flagged them down. Then the alarm washed away the madness. 

And this morning I have to go and get gas, such a scary thought.