Turned and Kept Walking
11-02-1999
I was driving around in a gocart in some rocky arena, play chasing someone. I drove out of the area and parked the car in the street. I retrieved my mom and my sister. My mom took the wheel and went around the block. She was going the wrong way, so I directed her to turn left up a very steep hill. The curb was dangerously nonexistent, almost clifflike, and the road was very warped and bumpy. It kept getting steeper, and kept leaning to the right. "I can't believe you take this road, Eric," said my mom. "Yeah, it's almost like the car is going to tip over," I said. My sister likewise complained. The car started losing power as we neared the crest of the hill. I realized we weren't going to make it. "Get out of the car!" I yelled as it neared a stop at the end of its momentum. I opened the back left door and got out a split second before the car careened backwards down the steep slope, my mom and sister still inside. I took an inside view of the car as it screamed down and collided with a huge piece of construction equipment. The car was torn like a wet paper bag and hurled to the side of the street. My mom and sister were okay, though. I arrived on the scene and explained what had happened. Some guy remarked how I'd gotten out just in time, because the spot where I was sitting was in smitherines.
At some point I was wearing something green on my feet, had something green on my head, and was carrying something green in my hand. I walked to a part of town I never really went to, thinking this was the type of place Celina would have said she spent too much time shopping at, because it had a lot of lame "hip" artsy garbage. The street was tiered like a staircase, and I made my way down, and then up the other side, where I was suddenly inside instead of outside. I'd been here in another dream before. I saw my dad and his wife, just like before, too, and really didn't feel like explaining the green thing.
Then later I ended up going into a locker room to get something. I heard a spraying sound, and took a moment to realize I'd been sprayed with a trickle of water from the left side. A small squirting hose had been put there, and I suddenly remembered that today was some day for putting prank-type traps all over the premises. I found Ted and some other guy who were supposed to be on my "team", but they said I'd been switched to another team with some people I didn't like or know.
I went into some auditorium where they were showing some kind of comedy. All sorts of people were there. Then there was a commercial with a black kid who had his shirt pulled up over his head. The narrator mentioned something about a "hood". I laughed out loud and said how ridiculous it was that the black kid was the one with the hood, which got the attention of some of the black people around me in the audience.
I looked into a mirror and realized that the places on me that got wet were turning my hair light blue, so that I had a few light blue streaks of color in my hair. I tried to wipe it off, but it only proceeded to get into my chest hair and some of the scruff on the side of my face. My eyebrow, too. I wondered what the people in lab would think, this being such a conservative part of the country and all.
I walked through the back door of my old church. All the furniture and carpeting was red. I looked down, and so were my clothes. There were tons of people I knew there, back from the years I actually went to church. They were all dressed in red, too. It was overwhelming. I saw a head of short blond hair ahead, turned away from me, and I knew it was Samantha. As I walked by, eating an ice-cream cone, I turned and walked backwards so she would see me. She smiled and said "Hi". I returned the gesture in my usual smirking manner, then turned and kept walking.
posted by Phlegm at 11/25/2003
