when i was little i constantly had dreams about being in the car with the rest of the family, usually on the highway. oftentimes it was an insane labrynth of highways above and below and all around us. there were so many places to turn off left and right too, never off the highway just onto a new highway route.usually we would eventually come to a gap in the highway, as if it were under construction still or something. then of course, being a dream, my parents would do something completely out of character and try to jump the gap. oftentimes i woke up here. i can’t recall if we ever made it across safely or not.
another variation of this car dream was the hill. the hill might start out normal enough, something you might encounter in real life. but the hill always turned into something much steeper and taller than anything you would dare drive a car up in real life. and the same as the gap highway, my parents would just keep on going. it was terrifying. it would get to the point where you were pretty much going at a 90 degree angle, straight up.and i knew that the car shouldn’t be able to do that! and yet it did. it was bad enough at the start, but the longer we went up this hill the more terrifying it got. i knew even as a little kid that the farther up we got, the worse it would be when physics started working correctly again, causing us to fall from the hill. i always just knew that we wouldn’t make it. and yet somehow we never crashed. i can’t remember if this is because i always woke up before that could happen, or if we actually made it over the edge of the hill. either way, we never actually fell off the hill and crashed.
i haven’t had that dream in a long time. but the other night, i had it again. except it wasn’t the whole family, it was just me and my mom. and it was still terrifying…as always, my mom kept driving (although i think it had been my dad driving when i was little, i guess not anymore because he moved out?). and as always, i was scared. but this time i voiced my fears. and of course dream mommy didn’t listen, although i know real life mommy would. and then this dream became worse than it ever had been. no, we didn’t fall.. but the car did stop on the way up. there we were, facing directly up so that you couldn’t even see the road ahead of you. all you could see was sky. and the car was stopped.and my mom, she climbed out of the car and wanted me to follow her. i thought she was insane.
i don’t remember how the dream ended, just that it was as scary as ever, perhaps worse. i had it a few days ago but only just now remembered it tonight as i was tutoring calculus. i was explaining how the derivative is the slope at each point on the graph of a function. i was saying something about positive and negative slopes, and steep and shallow slopes, and i remembered how in my algebra book they always had pictures of a car driving up or down a slope…and i remembered my bad dream.
as for the insane labrynth of highways dream, i have that sometimes still. except now that i’m an adult, i’m always the one driving the car
. that dream is never bad though…just a little frustrating.
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