Bridges Dream:
Blossom drives me over the highway looking at traffic that’s slowed other parts of traffic way to a crawl. We pass over several slow moving sights via alternative routes. As we do we see apartment buildings advertising rentals. The buildings look good on the outside but inside they’re run down, infested with bugs, mold and in need of serious repair. The apartment buildings are various shades of blue. We passed about 5 to 6 different apartment rentals before reaching Blossom’s house. To get to her house you have to drive over a cliff area. I stiffened. I couldn’t breathe but I wouldn’t dare let on for fear she’d loose concentration and drive right over the side. This time my fear wasn’t warranted because the cliff wasn’t deep nor was there a valley below filled with trees that had been cut down half way and left jagged beside smooth cut rocks. Had she lost control the result would not be death unless there was some freak way the car landed three feet down. But still I responded as if I were a young teenager crossing the bridge into Kentucky 3. I was quite as if it meant my life to do so. I was stiff, hardly breathing at all until she reached her home. She made one turn just a little short but managed to keep the car from dropping three feet. Every time she left her home or returned home with me in the car the same high stress reaction took place.
Footnote 3 – A yearly visit to Louisville, Kentucky meant driving over the bridge to enter that state. It also meant a yearly nightmare which included threats of driving over the side if my sister or I moved an inch. Plummeting to my death wasn’t something I found exiting nor were her threats of small infractions that would lead to it. You simply sat there, still as a stiff until we got to the other side. Let the vacation begin.
Only one time before did the mother drive off the road in a rage. We were on the West side of town when she screamed “I’m going to kill us all.” She drove off the road onto a field and slammed the gas peddle. I reached from the back seat and removed the keys from the ignition. I gave her a pep talk about how everything would be okay. To this day the only place I’m claustrophobic is in a car. I have to know I can get out.
Commentary:
I found it interesting that I was offended that she didn’t see me. I found it interesting that she had such a nice parking spot. When pretty much everyone else had to take a shuttle to find their car she was in the front row under a huge tree. She was able to move about a themed park with ease when everyone else had to wait in long lines of traffic. Comfort and privilege come to mind when I think of that part of the dream.
If I were to re-write this dream I would let it go that she was in the same area I was in. I wouldn’t think twice about approaching her. I’d be resolved to finish my vacation.
If I were to re-write the second dream I’d change my reaction to driving to Blossom’s house. I’d prove to myself that I could get out of the car if I needed to. I’d open the car door and look down to prove that I was in a different place and time and that I didn’t have to be afraid. I wouldn’t be stupid enough to open the car door without warning or without my seat belt fastened.
Disneyland and Bridges Dream- Dream Therapy Part 2 of 2
Thursday, September 27, 2007-4:03PM EST
Disneyland and Bridges Dream- Dream Therapy Part 1 of 2
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