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Last night I was with my brother showing my Corvette to my stepfather who is ill. I decide to let my brother, who is the most responsible one of all my brothers, drive my car. He gets in and smokes the tires through this apartment complex. He turns the corner and all I hear is breaks squealing and metal (fiberglass?) crunching. I run around the corner and see a 8 car collision, in which my baby is smack in the middle. I start thinking of my insurance bill. I start thinking why did I let him drive it. I break down and start to cry, here is my dream car all smashed up. Then I wake up! I run to the garage and see my car, not a scratch on it. It was just a dream, or should I say nightmare.
Has anyone else had a dream in which their car was wrecked?
I actually did about 3 nights ago. I was at some farm and there was a giant pond filled with poop-water. It flooded all the way up to the garage where my car was under a cover. It was covered in poop-water. True story. What does Freud have to say about that?
I DID have a dream 2 or 3 weeks ago where my Vette got jacked and then of course woke up and she was fine, funny you should mention this. I always knew owning a nice newer car also presents STRESS cause I worry about damage both by accident and then other peoples carelessness. Thats whats great about having a junk car, who cares, is cool in it`s own way.
I actually did about 3 nights ago. I was at some farm and there was a giant pond filled with poop-water. It flooded all the way up to the garage where my car was under a cover. It was covered in poop-water. True story. What does Freud have to say about that?
Freud would say you love your car and are constantly worried something will happen to it. Pretty much like all vette owners
I too once had a dream of something happening to my car. But because I'm old and can't remember for crap, I don't remember what happened.
The last dream I do remember was Barbie asked me if I wanted to get laid. Needless to say I rushed her to the nearest hotel but when I got her naked and in bed, she was configured just like the real Barbie doll.
If you understand what that means then you understand why I work up screaming like William Shatner in that Star Trek movie with Khan.