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july, 2006

July 3rd, 2006

In this dream I have set my sights upon a tan minivan that I decide I really want. This makes little sense because part of me is conscious and knows that I already drive a silver Mazda 626. Furthermore I generally like it much better than a tan minivan. But this is a dream and so I really want the tan minivan. Somehow I manage to get the minivan. I am tinkering with it in my driveway...I guess I am thinking I can fix it or something.

Suddenly I realize that I am holding the brake pedal down with my hand and this is the only thing that is keeping the van from rolling away. Of course, I let up my hand.

The van starts to roll away and picks up unrealistic speed. Somehow it is driving down the street. It is really moving, and no one is at the wheel. At this point, I am completely freaking out and also experiencing a sense of deja vu.

When I was 16, I actually wound up in a position where my hand was on the brake of my car, keeping it from moving. I really don't remember how I wound up in that situation. I let up on the brake and it began to roll back. It hit someone else's car. Fortunately this was at a party and the owner of that car was too intoxicated to care.

Anyway, I see the minivan barrleing down the street and get more and more concerned. Finally it careens into a car...then it somehow becomes airborn and flies across the street and hits the side of a garage. There is a man getting out of his car inside the garage. I rush toward him...yelling, "are you OK? are you OK? Is anybody hurt?"

He says, "I am OK." Then he walks right up to me and looks me straight into the eye and says, "Its about responsibility."

I find this to be very interesting, but am mostly just relieved that he is OK and already I am thinking about damage control. What was this going to do to my insurance? What were my parents going to say?

All the while part of me is thinking, "no this can't really be a problem because I drive a Mazda 626." Suddenly I am at my parent's house. Ken's truck is in the driveway, and it seems to have been part of the wreck because the camper shell is almost totally gone. It looks like it has been in a tornado or something. My parent's are strangely mellow about the whole situation and I feel incredibly guilty.

Sometime after I woke up from this dream...during the middle of the day, I had to remind myself that I do not drive a tan minivan. Better yet, I did not allow it to go coasting down the street with no driver. Still, this dream is about as subtle as a sledgehammer, and I am reminded that at this point in my life, "it's about responsibility."

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