Last entry for November

Well, I didn't have a driving dream last night. In fact, just the opposite. I dreamed I was in my old neighborhood, running towards home. I noticed my steps were very floaty, like I could cross much more area than usual with each one. I played around with the effect a little, trying to stretch each step out even further and make it so I was floating even farther than before. I saw a little girl at the corner of Lohnes and Leonard (or Pitt) Road, doing the same thing.

This is a departure for me, usually in my dreams when I am trying to walk or run it is a big ordeal, I struggle and labor and can never seem to get very far. But in this dream, I just wanted to play with the effect and Run and Run for a long time.

Eventually I found myself at the top of Ridgefield and I was no longer running. I was now in some contraption similar to a tricycle or wheelchair. With each push of the wheel, I was coasting and soaring down the road just as I had when I was running. But I realized I had very little control over steering this contraption when it made a funny turn right into my first boyfriend Joel B's driveway. I said Shit! Shit! because I really didn't want to be in his driveway. Also I was afraid I might hit his parents' cars, which hadn't been there a moment before when I rolled by the first time. Joel won't accept my friend request on Facebook, which is part of the reason I didn't want to get caught in his driveway. The other thing was, I didn't want to hit his parents' cars, and I knew I had very little control over the wheelchair I was driving.

I got out of their driveway and proceeded to roll backwards towards my house, again with each spin of the tires taking me much further, much faster than expected. In front of their next door neighbor's house (where Vijay lived when we were growing up) an Indian man was also riding in a wheelchair and I felt bad because I knew he assumed I was in mine by necessity and not just for the fun of it.

He and I rolled together all the way down Ridgefield until we got to Donna and I said, ok, this is my stop and rolled up the driveway to where my waiting family was.

My sister Laurie was standing outside the front door and she said, "I've been trying to REACH you!" with a lot of emphasis on the word reach. Then she said, haven't you been calling me again with a strong, somewhat sarcastic emphasis on the word calling. Apparently we had made some sort of agreement to try using telepathy with one another.

Now, I had gone to sleep like I said in my last blog with the plan of noticing when I was driving in the car, noticing that it was just like "that dream I always have" and trying to become lucid. I did not expect a running or rolling dream, but next time I will be prepared for it. It seemed like a perfect opening to become lucid, especially because the distance I was covering with each step was so vastly different from when I dream I can hardly move or take a step, each step is painfully laborious and slow.

The only other thing I remember was before the running and rolling. I was on a ship and Little Scott was there with his wife Megan. She had cut off a lot of her hair and it was a pretty shade of blond. It looked in great condition even though I didn't like the shorter length. But Little Scott sure seemed to like it, he was doting on her and looking at her very adoringly. It made me happy for them both.

Oh yes, one other thing, something about being at the beach and playing in the water with some kids.
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