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Not home for 2 days
Last night I had a short dream. Backstory: my wife died almost 4 weeks ago.
In the dream, I was standing on the porch talking to a male cousin. I was looking towards the driveway where we park our cars. I told him, “she hasn’t been home in 2 days”. I was thinking she had run off to find a new life, but she never said anything to me about being unhappy. Her car was missing in the driveway. She was missing in my life.
This was the first time she, or the thought of her, surfaced in my lucid dream state. I miss her. More than words can tell.
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Love and death...
This blog started as a way to connect with people. No one seemed interested. At the time I started having lucid dreams and began posting those dreams in order to keep the blog active. The lucid dreams stopped as quickly as they started And I stopped posting.
Now it has been several years since my last post. I have had a couple of lucid dreams but nothing remained in the brain cells long enough to post.
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Recently my life changed in a way I could not have predicted. My wife, my lover, my soulmate, my confidant, my best friend, died in her sleep.
She was 63. We were going to celebrate our 25th wedding anniversary in 2 days and 2 months. She had been planning this party for the last year. She was a widow with one girl child when discovered her in an online chat room. We had so much in common it seemed as if we were made for each other.
She was the middle sister of 3 sisters. I was the middle brother of 3 brothers. She lived on a street with Sunset in the name. I lived on a street with Sunset in the name. We both had the same make and model of a car one time, hers was blue, mine was red. We both lost loved ones in 1992. Her, her husband, me, my dad. She had a medium sized dog, a sheltie, I had a medium sized dog, a cocker spaniel. She was recovering from surgery to her shoulder, I was recovering from carpel tunnel surgery to my left hand. She was right handed, but wrote in such a way it looked left handed. I am left handed, but write so it appears right handed. The list goes on, but in my current mindset I am unable to remember more.
Her daughter was calling me "daddy" before I had even met them. We chatted for hours every night, a few phone calls happened and we planned a meeting. I flew to her home state of Kentucky, about 2000 miles away by car. I had a weeks vacation but didn't want to spend a week there if things went wrong. The first half of the week I was in Montana shooting prairie dogs. The second half of the week was at her state. I stayed at a motel. Things went well. A couple of months later she flew here to Idaho. I asked, and she said "yes". Her parents approved of me and my mom did the same of her. Her mom called me, "her gentle giant". In fact my mom was so pleased that her confirmed bachelor of a son was getting married she was beside herself.
This was my second wedding. My first one didn't last a year, I married an oldest sister of 2, and she didn't show her true colors until after we were married. She was used to ordering her younger sister around, and then tried that we me. I divorced her. It was over 19 years before I met my second wife.
It took a couple of months for me to find the ring, it had 3 marquee cut diamonds, the largest in the center. I had the jeweler replace the smaller ones with sapphires. When I could I shared a picture with her and then flew back with the engagement ring. She and her daughter flew up here for Thanksgiving and she went home married.
Our wedding was planned for June. Her mother was so very upset that we cheated her out of a wedding that we said our vows for the second time in her home state. Between that November and the following June she moved to Idaho. Our 3rd time was going to be the anniversary party.
She made my house a home. She was painting the rooms while I was still working. I came home from work and found the paneling off in the dining room. Paint and wallpaper went back up. That wall now holds over 20 Coca Cola signs. The kitchen is adorned with Mickeey Mouse. She became pregnant during the moving trip between Kentucky and Idaho. My first child, her second was born in December. I adopted her first child a year or so later. I went from confirmed bachelor to married with 2 kids in just a year. I was finally there. Happy, with a happy wife and 2 daughters. I wanted a son but got a girl. Still happy. I was happy before, but not this kind of happy. I felt like I truly fit in with the world instead of being this single guy with a dog.
Married life is seldom perfect and ours wasn't but there was nothing so bad that I wanted a divorce. I took her home, or tried to, every year. I met more of her family and friends, and some of them came to visit us in Idaho. She truly was my soulmate.
Fast forward many years, this last year she was planning a big celebration for our 25th wedding anniversary. I know why, I rescued a widow living in her parents basement and gave her a new husband. A new life. Her first husband wasn't particularly nice to her, mental abuse takes it's toll, and the good lord removed her from that situation by taking her first husband. I like to think my dad, who passed away in January that year had a conversation with God, or one of his angels and asked if they could find a wife for me. I like to think they had a hand in finding me a wife. My wife. Her first husband passed away in June. 5 years later our paths crossed in an online chat room. ( for those that want to know, IRC, CHATNET, 35+NETFRIENDS.) The Chatnet servers don't exist anymore, or does the room. But the people there still exist in my memory.
My wife had prepared so much stuff for our anniversary party, we used some of it for her funeral. I still have several tubs of stuff now that will never get used. She had rented an event center, and I had hired a string quartet that I was going to surprise her with. I teased her by marking the "MAYBE" option on her Facebook event page. Now I wished I had selected "YES". I will forever live with this shame.
We had just mailed out invitations a couple days before. I plan to set up our dining room table with some of the preparations on the day of our anniversary and post pictures to Facebook.
Our daughters picked out pictures for a slide show and I put them together and made a video for the funeral. It was so hard adding the music in. 11 minutes of my wife, her family, her friends, us meeting in Idaho, our family, our friends, she and I together... hard.
I got the money back from the event center and from the string quartet. It will go into paying off her bills. She hid these well.
So I went from a single guy with a dog, to a widower with 4 dogs, one is my youngest daughter's. 2 are mine, one is my wife's. Mine now I guess. My youngest daughter still lives at home and probably will for the time being.
I am still in love with my wife. I'm still wearing the wedding ring. I only took if off when I was working around electricity or to wash my hands.
I miss my wife.
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This is a relatively short dream as it happened 2 days ago and parts of has been forgotten over the last 2 days.
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I was riding as passenger in an old fire truck. We were going up a gentle grade on a rural country along the top edge of a grassy meadow. In the meadow was a second fire truck similar to what I was riding in. No words were spoken but we pulled over and I got out and walked over to the fire truck.
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A pretty short dream and description for me, but now comes the weird part. Since this dream I have had the desire to find and buy a fire like in the picture. I don’t need a fire truck. I can’t afford to buy one. But I can see myself owning one. I’m not going to start a GO FUND ME account in order to buy one. I don’t like that sort of charity. But I do have a Bitcoin wallet and if funds were to show up there, well, I don’t know what I would do... And if one were to show up in my driveway...
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My house...
Or more accurate, my driveway.
Who, what, when, where, why, how
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Who: random musicians, not famous by any means
What: drums set up and a few people I don't know playing guitars
When: last night, in my dream
Where: my driveway next to the parked cars
Why: I have absolutely no fucking idea
How: it's magic
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This is a short weird one. My home is in the country out in the pine trees. Off of the end of the house nearest the road is where the cars get parked. In this dream I'm standing in the driveway by the last parked cat looking at an unknown group people with guitars playing rock music. There is a drumset and drummer. Some are clean cut, a couple are not.
The only thing odd in this dream was a device the vocalist clamped onto the top of one of the speakers. It was dark brown in color, 2 vertical plates separated by about 2 to 3 inches. At the bottom was a spring clamp much like something a carpenter would use. His vocals were being drowned out by the music but after attaching this to the speaker he could heard loud and clear, and then...
The alarm on my cellphone goes off and I'm awake.
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A High School Meeting?
It's been a long time since I posted about a dream and I guess the only reason I rememberanything about this dream was I heard the dogs getting I to something in the early morning hours this morning.
The dream starts like most do only a feeling of needing to get something done. This one starts with I need to get into my old high school locker. I was outside of the south door which lead into the commons, where most of the lockers were at.
I was looking for locker 80, which to be honest I don't remember in my conscious mind is the right number or not. Anyhow the first row of free standing lockers I spot number 280, and it was at this point I realize that I don't remember the combination and I'll need to go to the office, and on the way to the office I'm thinking "it's been a couple of years and I don't really have a reason to get into my old locker". Surely I didn't leave anything there the next locker occupant would have taken it.
I arrive at the office and ask what room is the meeting in? (meeting?) The girl looks at me funny, and I'm thinking ok, I'll get out of these coveralls that I'm wearing, so I set my backpack and helmet down (I came here on a motorcycle?) and struggle to get put of the coveralls. It was then I look down and see I'm wearing black slack, a pressed white shirt, "Y" shaped black suspenders and very shiny black patent leather shoes.
Damn, I look good! I look back to the girl which tells me she doesn't know of any meetings... hmmm... Now I have 3 things to carry. Helmet, backpack and coveralls.
The dream now cuts to the north parking lot and I'm running, not that I did anything wrong, but that I needed to hurry. I jump over a decorative bush and as I look down the bush has turned into the top of an undecorated cake. Or a loaf of bread still in the bread pan - I'm undecided which.
This pretty much all of it, the point where I hear the crinkle of something plastic being chewed on, and I wake up to check on the dogs.
I never did find the stuff the dogs had gotten into.
And I don't know what the meeting was about or why I am dressed like that.
Or whyI left out of the north end of the building when I came in the south door on the east side.
But I remembered long enough to make another post of weird dreams.
#dream #highschool #lockers #helmet #backpack #coveralls #meeting
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So, Hero Forge, a website where you can custom design your own Tabletop Gaming Mini to be 3D printed, just recently added ocarinas as an equipment option. (Not that I didn’t already have a design for this character already, but being able to add such a signature item makes for a real treat.)
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Everything will be provided...
Finally after a long spell where the dreams didn't persist in to my waking memory, I have one. Not a long one but that's makes me wonder. Really wonder.
Where it starts, I'm out repairing something. Making it work again. What? I don't know and I don't think what it was really matters. Where? I wasn't at home, I was out in a car or pickup in an urban environment, residental, small businesses, empty fields. Buildings aren't crowded and the traffic is lighter than normal.
The next part or this dream starts where I'm standing in the living room of a single wide (14×70) house trailer or mobile home looking up at the deteriorating ceiling. I remember saying "this will be ok, I can put new sheet rock up once we are there."
Part 3, I'm standing in a small empty bedroom of a home repairing a wall mounted heater. It was an older style heater not the plain sheet metal stuff they sell now. I just got done and had gotten up off of my knees. The house was in a rural environment with shade trees outside the window that made the room dark, but not so dark I couldn't work on the heater.
Yes, the dream skips around a lot, I didn't write it, just dreamt it.
Part 4, I'm loading items into my car and this is where I hear from my wife, "don't worry about it, everything will be provided once we get there". I can't explain where "there" is. Everyone in this dream knows, that everyone is going somewhere, "there", but no one is talking about it, or seems concerned or worried. Like it will be a short drive to the countryside.
Last items are loaded, I go back to the house and open the side door and say to myself, "I'll just leave this door open", knowing I won't be back to close it or even to go into the house again. Beau, my dog comes out as he would rather be outside than in. My wife is driving and I climb in (which is odd as she seldom wants to drive), she backs out of the driveway and heads down the street. I then realize we forgot to load my dog, Beau. I turn around in my seat to look for to see if he followed us. I did not see him. There were no other cars on the road.
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This is where the dream ends as I wake up. My dog is next to the bed looking at me, waiting for me to take him outside.
Now comes the wondering part. Where is everyone going? Why aren't people talking about it? Why were there so few cars on the roads? Why did I repair things to get them working if no one was going to be around to use them? Why am I not concerned that I'm not going to go back to my home. Is this the rapture? The end of the world? Are we going to be teleported to another dimension?
Where is everyone going?
There are no airports around. In my dream my house is close to a furniture store, a gas station and a cemetery. There are other houses around and a few people packing those last minute items. But there is no traffic, no parked cars, no abandoned cars. As if in one of those Twilight Zone movies.
If I'm going to go somewhere, I want to take some tools. A laptop, you know, the things you use everyday here. The house in my dream is not the house I live in. Same for the car. Just my wife and dog. It makes me wonder now where my daughter's were at.
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None.
I have no dreams I can remember long enough to write down. So instead of appearing as a dead blog, here is a gift I stumbled across.
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T., you came to visit me last night...
T. is a name for a girl, a woman, a lady I used to work with. I don’t want to use her real name as that would serve no purpose. But her name started with T and I will use that, but more importantly, she was a cowgirl.
She loved wearing her western clothes, not so much for the dresses, but for the boots, jeans and fancy western shirts, and she looked quite nice wearing them. She and her husband had horses and quite a few acres to run them on.
I used to work with T. I worked for a company that allowed temporary job re-assignments. I was assigned to work in the same department as T. I had a huge crush on her, but she was married, married to a man who thought he wasn’t married. He was always on the prowl and I didn’t have much contact with him. And I don't mess with married women.
And T. was always on the phone. I don’t know who she was talking to, man, woman, or child. All I know I was jealous as her phone calls kept her from talking to me.
After a year my temporary job assignment ran out and I went back to my old job. I didn’t have much contact with her after I went back to my old job, but when I could I would swing by and go I back into her building, official work related business of course. When I showed up it seems the other people were more interested in how I was doing than T. was. After all she was married, right?
One of visits back I found out she was getting a divorce. T. wasn’t there that day, but she was on my mind since then. My schedule didn't allow for many visits then. Word came down she needed help moving. When I showed up they were already done. I apologized for being late, (I wasn't late) and as she closed the door and locked it, T. turned to me and told me to call her. "YES!" I was thinking to myself, but as she climbed into the other car I realized I didn't have her phone number. I knew she had a new cell phone and I never even had her old number. Call her? How?
I never did call her. I guess it was in the way she said "call me". Like I was to blindly follow her on to the next part of her life. Had it been a question there would have been no doubt, I would have called her. But this sounded more of an order or command. She didn't give me her time before and now she demanded it. I know I'm probably wrong in this, but if she wanted me or my time, she could have said it another way.
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The dream part of this post is mssing. This post for whatever reason got lost in the queue structure of Tumblr and now months later has reappeared in my queue. Without the dream part. I was so mad at Tumblr when my Tumblr app choked and this post disappeared. I believe it was the main reason my lucid dreams stopped.
The only part of the dream I remember, we were at a western flavor night club, I was sitting at the table and she was standing, standing in her hat and boots and sequined shirt and jeans.
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Riding with my brother...
It seems to be a rare occurrence anymore, a dream I can remember long enough to blog about it.
Last night or rather today's early morning was a gift.
It must have been an early winter day. The trees were bare and the sky bright blue with a brisk wind blowing. I was riding with my brother, he was driving and we had just pulled out of the parking lot at a restaurant. We were headed south on a road I have traveled on more times than I could ever possibly count. He answered his phone and said to me "they have some up already". I didn't not ask what it was, it was assumed that he had already told me and was going to show me, the reason we were out together. A couple of blocks we end up at the south edge of town and out in the field were a couple of people flying a kite. But it wasn't an ordinary kite, it was more of a parasail, like a modern parachute, but smaller, square, maybe 6x6 feet. It was mostly white and black with some red accents or lettering.
A few more fields was another, flying high up, almost straight up, which is odd for a kite. Then the next kite we came to was very large when compared to the others, maybe 20x20 feet square. Same design white and black design just a lot bigger and there were several people holding on to the rope that held it. But it must have been deployed with tangled lines and it had gotten hung up in a tree.
He usually asked me along when there was a problem with something and wanted me along to help figure things out. In the dream we never got to that point as early morning is when the alarm clock goes off, and then the dogs want out. Yeah, I had to wake up.
I miss my brother as he died from cancer a little over a year ago. Even these short pieces of a dream when we are together I enjoyou find enjoyable.
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Is he okay?
I spent a weeks vacation on a trip and left my dog at home. I knew he would be taken care of, but my dog was really bonded to me . One night I woke up on hearing him yelp as if he was hurt. I had to call to find out.if he was okay. They assured me he was okay, but I still wondered if they were only saying that to calm me down and he was really hurt. The yelp sounded so real...
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Olivia Munn
Or an Olivia Munn body double or stunt double.
My dream was a relatively short dream. It seems a girl that looked a lot like Olivia Munn was in it. It wasn't O.M., as the nose and smile were different. Not enough that she couldn't pass as a celebrity look-alike but enough that you knew it wasn't the real person. It wasn't the current version of O.M. but the O.M. of G4 television fame.
Anyhow in my dream this girl was wearing new blue jeans and a simple halter top type of top. It tied behind the neck and behind the back like a bikini top, but the front side covered from the neckline down to the waist but the back was mostly open. It too was blue in color, but it had a simple pattern, blue and white, but mostly blue.
The action part of this dream was very short. She was standing next to me, in front of me facing me but angled slightly. The room was dark, nothing I can remember as far as furniture or walls or doors. She turned and walked away, about 10 steps away, I didn't count, spoke with someone who didn't make himself visible in my dream, then turned and quickly walked back to me with a big grin on her face (it was at this point I knew who she was, or wasnt) back into my arms for a big hug.
Not much of a dream. But I remembered enough of it for a post. Maybe the dry spell of lucid dreams are over.
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My lucid dreams...
Since my problem with my last post on a lucid dream, the problem where the app closed itself before I could post it, losing everything I had entered, over an hour's worth, my lucid dreams have been very minimal.
I was so pissed that the app closed itself because of some unknown issue and losing everything that I had typed I have avoided using Tumblr.
I'm hoping they return soon, my lucid dreams. I've enjoyed posting them even if no one bothers to read them.
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Tumblr, you suck!
What is wrong with Tumblr today? I spent over an hour on a post just to have the Tumblr app close on me!
And each time I try again, it chokes!
I’ll never get that post back as it was about a dream, and lucid dreams aren’t lucid forever. But I’ll try, but it won’t be the same.
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Cooling towers...
Scattered across a dusty desert. I'm riding in a tan pickup truck that holds 4 people but there is only 3 as it seems to be an autonomous vehicle. No one is driving it and were doing about 35 - 40 mph across this dusty desert. There are other vehicles traveling with us. We are in a desert,. Everything is tan, the dirt, the bushes, the sand, the dust that is kicked up by the trucks, the wind that is blowing the dust. Tan. Desolate flat tan land. The cooling towers are small but numerous and each standing alone about 1000 feet apart. There is no precise placement, no rows, just a randon scattering of towers. Some appear to be under construction still as there is a scaffold skeleton surrounding them. Too many towers to count as they stretch out to the horizon.
Someone in the truck says, "I wonder how many rads are out there?". Rads being a term for radiation. No one answers him.
The trucks seem to slow down and start turning to the right. We approach some blue buildings that are square in shape with a flat roof that overhangs the walls by a good 3 or 4 feet. The corners of the roof are rounded over with no square edge. The blue paint is faded and where it isn't faded it is dirty. They are open on one side with a large garage type door that lifts up. The trucks pull up and stops and the passenger behind the steering wheel reaches over the seat and shifts the truck into park and kills the ignition. Semi-autonomous I guess. Self navigating might be a better term.
We climb out of the truck and went inside the open garage space. It gives me the feeling of being in an aircraft hanger. It may have been at one time. It is littered with homemade work benches and tables. There are a few people here but no one pays any attention to us. There are small crates scattered across the floor, some are empty, some opened, some used as stools unopened. Everything inside is covered in dust, the same dust that the trucks made driving across the desert to get here. It seems the wind never stops blowing. At least the wind blows against a solid wall instead of blowing into this open door.
I walk up to a square table made out of rough cut wood. It may have been made out of an old pallet the crates came on. It has sides about 6 inches high and is holding a quad-copter. The drone appears to have made several hard ground impacts and the blades are shattered. I wondered how anyone could attempt to fly this thing here. Someone tried to make replacement blades but they are cut out of some flat sheet plastic and are way too big and would interfere with each other when run. Only 2 blades were made at this point. The broken blades lay on the work bench covered with duct tape as someone attempted to repair them.
There was a girl that walked up to me. She was short, pear shaped, dark hair that looks like she a bowl placed over her head before they cut her hair. Black plastic framed glasses framed her face and a she had a smile on her buck toothed mouth. Not a word was spoken and as it was if she had done her job, she turned and wandered off. I try to imagine her purpose here but can only come up with she must be a family member of one of the other workers.
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The dream ends at this point. As with most of my dreams I will offer no explanation. To seem to be like a few pages ripped out of a novel.
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I was surprised...
In this dream I was in room with two girls I know and somewhere during the conversations with them, the conversation turned to them having sex, particularly with me.
The younger girl who is very tall said she would have sex with me if I had a vasectomy while other, older girl saw displeasure in that.
I was somewhat taken back at both of them, the younger girl seemed to be more motherly and would want children while the older one is more wild in her actions and would want to remain child free.
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I guess to this day I will never know what goes on in women's minds or what they are thinking.
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Charger Convoy. . .
Sometimes the hardest part of getting these dreams on this blog here is life itself. I wakeup, one of my dogs sees that I'm awake and runs to let the others know that I'm up.
Then it's all licks and tail wags for a few seconds while i stand up then I'm allowed to get dressed. Once dressed they are expecting me to immediately walk them to the door and let them out. My shoes go on next with a dogs face in the way, then out we go. While I'm standing there watching the dogs, and I have to watch as the oldest one, the black lab, as he likes to wander, my dream creeps in.
Once everyone is happy and comes up onto the porch do we get to go back in. Then the lab goes to his food bowl and stares at me all the while he is wagging his club-like tail against the cabinet. Whack, whack, whack. My mind is turning over the details...
But making my coffee comes before feeding the dogs, it takes a minute to fill the pot with water, pour it into the machine. Still, the whack, whack, whack is going on behind me. Coffee added, machine turned on, feed the whack whack whack...
Finally I pull the big plastic dogfood container out and feed these bottomless pits some dog food. Then I wait four minutes. It takes five minutes to brew enough coffee to fill my over-sized travel mug that I like to use. Four minutes plus the time spent feeding my dogs has brewed enough coffee I won't need to refill my cup soon.
During this time my dream is slowly eroding away in my mind. I'm sure valuable parts have drifted into the ether. I try to link together the remaining pieces well enough to post them in this blog.
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This dream starts out on a highway. Bits of open water followed by swampy looking ground then back into the trees. It must be summer as the hardwood trees that flank the highway are tall and full of leaves. In my mind's eye we are headed east as looking into the trees I see dark side of the trunks where the sun has pierced the leaves and not splashes of sunlight on the trunks.
Again I am riding shotgun instead of being behind the wheel. We are approaching a group of cars pushing the speed limit a bit. The last cars in the lineup is a couple of semi truck car haulers in need of a new coat of paint. Rust, lots of it and faded white paint are on the trailers. But it's what's on the trailers that has caught my eye.
The 2 semis are both loaded with 'barn find' Dodge Charger Daytonas. The cars are in worse shape than the trucks carrying them. I can't tell the color of the paint on any of them. As we drive past the second semi, there is a 2 car trailer, and it as well has the winged cars on it. The last cars we come on, the first cars in this convoy are 2 Dodge Chargers with occupants in the second car and the first car, with its hood missing, is strapped to the second like a team of horses is attached to a wagon. The engine on the first car is oversized like several of the small die cast toy cars you see now. Matt black valve covers with chrome acorn style nuts holding them down.
An exit is coming and we turn off the highway onto a seldom used secondary road. The convoy turns off as well as it appears that they are following us. The secondary road turns onto a busted up black top road that has been abandoned and no further maintenance has ever been done on it but it is well traveled enough that the weeds and grasses along the shoulder hasn't crept into the cracks in the roadway.
The road leads to a bridge, but the bridge is half collapsed/missing and the half that is still standing looks like it has been repaired with various pieces of lumber and plywood to cover the holes in the roadway. Everyone stops and I walk out on this bridge to survey the route. It looks out over a back water swamp with a broad calm open water area that we have to cross. The first glance the water appears to be too deep to forge. I have to duck under what looks like electrical wire that has been placed at sometime in the distant past. The poles are nothing more that pieces of square structual tubing driven into the mud. It had to have been done after the bridge collapsed as passing cars would have torn it down. The wire is plastic insulated yellow wire, the same type that be pulled into conduits buried in a wall. The yellow color faded and the texture rough from being exposed to the weather.
The last of these 'poles' is at the end of the bridge and looks as someone has tried to bolt steps onto it using the pre-drilled holes in the steel. The wood appeared strong enough but it cracked and split as I stepped up on it. But by stepping up and looking back towards the convoy I could see the yellow 'powerlines' headed back to shore, first on another 'pole', then into some trees. I could see down into the water and saw what appeared to be a concrete boat ramp extending out into the water from the shoreline. I coud see some of the other drivers wading out into water to check the depth.
It looks to be only shin deep, shallow enough for all of the cars and trucks to drive on and cross the water.
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End of dream. I never made it to the other side. None of the convoy vehicles ever touched the water. But this dream with the dozen of Chargers and the one Chariot is captured now.
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