Dream:
At some family function. Eating dinner with Dad, Joyce, Debbie, Lisa. House is crowded and suddenly 10 or 12 more people show up, including Greg (with some bizarre facial hair.) Debbie immediately asks Greg if she wants to see David’s new car. They go out the back of the house, I go out the front. Hear a little kid call Greg’s full name and feel jealous that one of my nieces knows him somehow better than me. Into car, driving down Central Street (and this is where it gets good) going too fast, my legs won’t move, I can’t stop the car, my face is numb…. and a van is pulling out in front of me.
And that’s when I wake up.
Gee – could this be at all related to the careening-out-of-control project I’m working on? Maybe? Huh?
Am I at all refreshed from my nap?