I had this weird dream. Well, aren’t most dreams a bit weird? Anyway, I had gone to this event with someone. It is not clear who. I was driving.
I think maybe this event was at the home of a female college instructor. It was huge. She took us to the back yard. She was evidently planting something in this long space of freshly dug dirt.
I looked away, and when I looked back, she had disappeared. Somehow I knew she was underneath the dirt. So I got down on my knees and began to dig with my hands. I reached her and took her by the hand and lifted her from the dirt.
She came out of the dirt flat. Like in those old cartoons where the animal has been run over and is then flat as a pancake.
After I lifted her up, it’s not clear what happened with that scene. But suddenly it’s getting late and I know I need to leave. I can’t find the person who came with me, so I start toward my car. Problem is, I can’t recall what it looks like or where I parked the car that I can’t visualize.
I walked and walked and walked. Finally, as I was getting very anxious and it was getting dark, I came upon someone like a security guard. I asked him to help me. He found my car but it wouldn’t start.
For some reason this car was started like a lawn mower, where you pulled and pulled till it caught. He finally got it started, but then began to yell at me. I recall feeling small and humiliated. That is usually my response. Not “how dare this person yell at me,” but “I must have done something very wrong.”
He left and I got in my car to leave, still feeling small and humiliated. I drove and drove, just as I had walked and walked, trying to find a street, but I couldn’t get out of this humongous area that seemed to be like a parking lot with curbs.
It was getting late and darker. For some reason I was to go to this great aunt’s house. She’s been dead since 1986. I didn’t want her to worry. And if it was that long ago, there were no phones except those in our homes.
No matter how many times I took a new route or turned around and went in another direction, I couldn’t find a street. If I couldn’t find a street, I wouldn’t know where I was. And if I didn’t know where I was, I couldn’t get to her house.
That’s about all I remember. Anyone want to venture a guess as to what this might signify?