Dream and Car
Jul. 8th, 2003 10:23 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
terryclothI had a dream that we were flying in an airplane, me and my family, by which I mean my sister and my mother and an indeterminate creature that represents a father figure of some sort, although he wasn't much like either my real father or my stepfather.
Suddenly, everyone (else) on the airplane started loudly singing hymns in praise of christ and god for sending down his miraculous wires and allowing the airplane to perform the impossible feat of floating through the air. Looking out the window, I could see that, indeed, the airplane had wires attached to its wings and fuselage, but it didn't look like they were actually holding it up, since they were quite slack. "Oh my god, this country must be run by religeous nuts."
So we landed, and while my parents shopped for shoes, my sister and I went out to examine the roadside swamp. The airplane, apparently owned by our family now, and the size of an SUV, was parked at the bottom of a small hill. We climbed up the hill, and I suddenly changed into a dragon. A small spyro-sized dragon with tan scales.
Then it started to rain, and flood, and I had to help drag the airplane/SUV up onto the hill so it wouldn't get washed away. But people started to gather around staring at me and pointing, and threatening to form a torch-bearing mob, although not terribly energetically. I changed back, and tried to tell them that I wasn't really a dragon (although I knew that I was) and it was just a magic spell, but they weren't satisfied with that explanation.
"Come on, we should leave," I tried to tell my family, who was all present, checking up on the disturbance, but my parents weren't done shopping for shoes, so they told me to just lay low for a while. So I turned back into a dragon and hid under the plane/SUV. My sister scratched my muzzle, and... well, that's where the part I remember ended.
The weirdest part was when my sister scratched my muzzle, as that's something that she would NEVER EVER DO. It was totally out of character. Compared to that, transforming into a dragon is mundane.
I was never contacted by the dealership about buying a new car, and having had time to rethink the initial impulse, I decided that that was probably a good thing, and I'd be better off just fixing the problem instead of rushing into anything. So I called to make an appointment to get it fixed, tomorrow... I hope it's not too expensive. And I wish I had 'car saavy friends' that I could bug to fix it for me. }:P They could replace my fuel pump too.
Also, last night I was inspired to write a short little story, but I'm not sure I want to show it to anyone. Not because it's bad, but because it's... er... yeah. Maybe I'll submit it to a site for that sort of thing. o.o;
Suddenly, everyone (else) on the airplane started loudly singing hymns in praise of christ and god for sending down his miraculous wires and allowing the airplane to perform the impossible feat of floating through the air. Looking out the window, I could see that, indeed, the airplane had wires attached to its wings and fuselage, but it didn't look like they were actually holding it up, since they were quite slack. "Oh my god, this country must be run by religeous nuts."
So we landed, and while my parents shopped for shoes, my sister and I went out to examine the roadside swamp. The airplane, apparently owned by our family now, and the size of an SUV, was parked at the bottom of a small hill. We climbed up the hill, and I suddenly changed into a dragon. A small spyro-sized dragon with tan scales.
Then it started to rain, and flood, and I had to help drag the airplane/SUV up onto the hill so it wouldn't get washed away. But people started to gather around staring at me and pointing, and threatening to form a torch-bearing mob, although not terribly energetically. I changed back, and tried to tell them that I wasn't really a dragon (although I knew that I was) and it was just a magic spell, but they weren't satisfied with that explanation.
"Come on, we should leave," I tried to tell my family, who was all present, checking up on the disturbance, but my parents weren't done shopping for shoes, so they told me to just lay low for a while. So I turned back into a dragon and hid under the plane/SUV. My sister scratched my muzzle, and... well, that's where the part I remember ended.
The weirdest part was when my sister scratched my muzzle, as that's something that she would NEVER EVER DO. It was totally out of character. Compared to that, transforming into a dragon is mundane.
I was never contacted by the dealership about buying a new car, and having had time to rethink the initial impulse, I decided that that was probably a good thing, and I'd be better off just fixing the problem instead of rushing into anything. So I called to make an appointment to get it fixed, tomorrow... I hope it's not too expensive. And I wish I had 'car saavy friends' that I could bug to fix it for me. }:P They could replace my fuel pump too.
Also, last night I was inspired to write a short little story, but I'm not sure I want to show it to anyone. Not because it's bad, but because it's... er... yeah. Maybe I'll submit it to a site for that sort of thing. o.o;
