Back in the seventies I used to smoke marijuana recreationally. Even now, I still occasionally have dreams about it. I guess part of me still wants it. Other relevant information is that I drive a black Ford Ranger and I have two dogs, one white and one black.
Okay here's the dream:
I pull into the large square parking lot of a townhouse development in a bad section of Gaithersburg, MD. It's night time. I park my truck and walk across to a particular house. The house, the people in it, and even the neighborhood are as near as I can tell, figments of my imagination, but in the dream I seem to know what I'm looking for and where to look.
Next thing I remember I'm inside one of these houses, and a guy is holding out a cardboard box, saying, "I don't have any baggies, but you're welcome to grab a handful." So I grab a handful of what I accept as marijuana, even though it looks like a bunch of wilted yellow wildflowers.
Next thing I know I'm back outside again. I see my truck across the parking lot and head for it. I get about half-way, when something catches my eye from one side. I glance over to see a police car is on that far end of the lot, his lights flashing. He's dealing with some other issue going on over there, but I'm now very uneasy as I'm clutching my "marijuana."
I turned back into the direction I was heading and noticed I was no longer on a straight path to my truck. I was way off, in fact. I had to turn to the right to correct my course. I'm thinking, "oh way to avoid attention, moron!" I finally get to my truck...except I've made a mistake. It's a different black truck. Not my Ford Ranger at all. I look around, and see my truck clear on the other side of the parking lot!
"Shit!" I muttered. "This is not good!" I head over there more quickly, and just before I get to it, I cast a glance over my shoulder to check on the cops. When I turn back around, I once again find I've mistaken another vehicle for my truck.
"FUCK...ME!!!" I'm thinking as I look for my truck again. I see it near one corner. I take a moment and look very carefully. It's definitely my black Ford Ranger, with extended cab and the word EDGE written in red. It's next to a white car. As I'm standing there looking at it, I say to myself, "Okay, this time I'm not taking my eyes off that truck no matter what happens!" I walk over there, watching my truck. As I approach the truck from the side, the white car in between my truck and me begins to move. Suddenly I realize it's not a car at all, but rather a big white dog. As it moves it momentarily blocks all view of my truck. When it passes, what's behind it is no longer my truck but rather a large black dog that begins following the white dog. At this point I've given up. It's hopeless. I don't know what to do. I feel like a lab mouse lost in a maze that's too much for my limited intellect.
That's about the time I woke up. Weird, huh?
Okay here's the dream:
I pull into the large square parking lot of a townhouse development in a bad section of Gaithersburg, MD. It's night time. I park my truck and walk across to a particular house. The house, the people in it, and even the neighborhood are as near as I can tell, figments of my imagination, but in the dream I seem to know what I'm looking for and where to look.
Next thing I remember I'm inside one of these houses, and a guy is holding out a cardboard box, saying, "I don't have any baggies, but you're welcome to grab a handful." So I grab a handful of what I accept as marijuana, even though it looks like a bunch of wilted yellow wildflowers.
Next thing I know I'm back outside again. I see my truck across the parking lot and head for it. I get about half-way, when something catches my eye from one side. I glance over to see a police car is on that far end of the lot, his lights flashing. He's dealing with some other issue going on over there, but I'm now very uneasy as I'm clutching my "marijuana."
I turned back into the direction I was heading and noticed I was no longer on a straight path to my truck. I was way off, in fact. I had to turn to the right to correct my course. I'm thinking, "oh way to avoid attention, moron!" I finally get to my truck...except I've made a mistake. It's a different black truck. Not my Ford Ranger at all. I look around, and see my truck clear on the other side of the parking lot!
"Shit!" I muttered. "This is not good!" I head over there more quickly, and just before I get to it, I cast a glance over my shoulder to check on the cops. When I turn back around, I once again find I've mistaken another vehicle for my truck.
"FUCK...ME!!!" I'm thinking as I look for my truck again. I see it near one corner. I take a moment and look very carefully. It's definitely my black Ford Ranger, with extended cab and the word EDGE written in red. It's next to a white car. As I'm standing there looking at it, I say to myself, "Okay, this time I'm not taking my eyes off that truck no matter what happens!" I walk over there, watching my truck. As I approach the truck from the side, the white car in between my truck and me begins to move. Suddenly I realize it's not a car at all, but rather a big white dog. As it moves it momentarily blocks all view of my truck. When it passes, what's behind it is no longer my truck but rather a large black dog that begins following the white dog. At this point I've given up. It's hopeless. I don't know what to do. I feel like a lab mouse lost in a maze that's too much for my limited intellect.
That's about the time I woke up. Weird, huh?
