April 7, 2003

• I had a very disturbing dream.
  
  Lots of very complicated stuff happened, but shortly before I woke up, I was driving up a freeway on ramp. There was a dog in the middle of the ramp, an orange brindle pit bull. He was big and beautiful and healthy and had a collar on. He was walking on to the freeway.
  
  I stopped my car in the middle of the onramp, in order to block traffic and prevent some kind of tragedy. The plan was to get the dog to get into the car so I could take him somewhere out of traffic.
  
  I was trying to get out of the car, but whenever I would, it would roll backwards. I put it in park, pulled up the parking brake, nothing worked. I could hold the car from rolling back with my hand hooked under the dashboard, but I couldn’t reach the back door for the dog, and there was traffic building up behind me; I couldn’t let my car go and smash the other cars.
  
  I called the dog, who had been walking calmly toward the freeway. “Hey, dog! Sit!” He layed down on the cement, in the middle of the road.
  
  The cars behind me were honking their horns and yelling at me, and there was a car coming the other way down the onramp. And then there was a big delivery truck trying to back into an alleyway on the side, all blocked by me or the dog.
  
  A guy in a yellow sports car tried to pull around me. I was worried because the dog was still there, obediently laying down. I got confused and overwhelmed and got in the car and drove to the side, trying to drive around the dog while the yellow car drove around the other side.
  
  And then there was a crunch, the car ran over something, there was a horrible yowl, and something like a human scream. All the traffic vanished, and I was driving alone on the freeway sobbing my guts out.
  
  And then I woke up.

  • 4:38 pm
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