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Dream Diary – January 19th

January 19, 2008

I was in some sort of contest in which I could win a Dodge Viper if I could race to be the first one to the car.  It was dark, and I ran really hard to make it, and jumped in the car.  I thought I was the first one there and was feeling incredible, but then I saw that someone else had jumped in the car at around the same time.  We both thought that we were the ones who had won the car, and so began arguing with each other.  The contest judges (who were wearing orange t-shirts and reminded me of the S.O.S tour guide people at UCA) came up and I thought they were going to settle the argument and say that I had indeed won the car.  Instead, they told us that the whole thing was a joke and that neither of us had won the car and that we needed to get out.   I was sitting in the drivers seat at this time, and I looked over at the other guy in the car with me.  We shared some sort of look and it just seemed logical that we should quickly shut the doors and drive off anyways because it was only fair that we should get the car at this point.   So we slam the car doors, I start the engine and we drive off while the orange shirt people are yelling at us.
There is a break in my dream, and the next thing I know, it is now this guy, me, and my wife who are driving in the car.  It turns out that it was a good thing I was driving because the other contest “winner” tells me that he can’t drive a stick, and of course I can.  We are driving on a very wide road and it is half dark.   I can’t pinpoint the exact location we are driving.  It looks in my dream just like a big interstate highway, but I have the feeling during my dream that we are not in the U.S anymore.  After driving around a bit, I am getting tired of having this strange guy in the car with me, and so I stop suddenly and throw him out of the car and my wife and I drive on.
At this point, things start to get stranger.  my wife and I are driving along still and we suddenly come to the end of the road.  The road, though, is suspending up very high, not on a bridge, but just like those areas on the highway where the road has to go over other roads and so may be hundreds of feet up in the air.  There are two buildings at the end of this road, and they are also suspended quite high in the air.  We stop the car, get out, and walk inside of the building on the right.  There is a man standing there and asks if we are ready to check in the car.  I say yes, hand him the keys and he says I won’t be in any trouble because I drove the car here and also because I really didn’t speed any in the car.
We walk into this building, but quickly become lost.  The building is very old, and even though it seems to be some sort of office building, there doesn’t seem to be any rhyme or reason to how the place is laid out.  We keep climbing stairs to find a way out, but we just keep getting more lost.  We finally reach the top floor, and it is here that I start getting really scared.  The top of the building is extremely high up, and the top floor is at a sort of an angle, which makes me think that this is not the most stable of buildings.  What scares me, though, is the fact that there are many door ways on this top floor, but no doors.  If I were to stumble at all, I would easily fall out of this doorway to my doom.  Suddenly many members of my immediate family, and my Uncle are there.  This makes me even more scared because my youngest brother is on a skateboard and flying around the room not seeming to care about the deadly open door.  This goes on for a while, until I finally yell at him to just please stop riding that thing around and stay still so he doesn’t kill himself.
The next thing I know, all my family members have disappeared and my wife and I are again looking for a way out of this building.  We finally meet someone else who tells us to head down a stairway I hadn’t previously seen, and we will find a walkway to the other building, where we will then find a way out of the place.  We walk down these stairs only to find that, while they do lead to the next building, the walkway is very narrow and it is easy to fall off of this.  I am getting really terrified at this point (even though I’m not really afraid of heights in real life), but we start to walk across anyways.  Halfway there, we run in into a young Japanese girl who is standing half on the railing looking like she is ready to commit suicide.  I am so scared and just want to make it to the other side, that I yell at her to hurry up and jump so we can pass.  So she jumps, and we finally get to the other side.
And then I wake up, still feeling scared.

I was in some sort of contest in which I could win a Dodge Viper if I could race to be the first one to the car.  It was dark, and I ran really hard to make it, and jumped in the car.  I thought I was the first one there and was feeling incredible, but then I saw that someone else had jumped in the car at around the same time.  We both thought that we were the ones who had won the car, and so began arguing with each other.  The contest judges (who were wearing orange t-shirts and reminded me of the S.O.S tour guide people at UCA) came up and I thought they were going to settle the argument and say that I had indeed won the car.  Instead, they told us that the whole thing was a joke and that neither of us had won the car and that we needed to get out.   I was sitting in the drivers seat at this time, and I looked over at the other guy in the car with me.  We shared some sort of look and it just seemed logical that we should quickly shut the doors and drive off anyways because it was only fair that we should get the car at this point.   So we slam the car doors, I start the engine and we drive off while the orange shirt people are yelling at us.

There is a break in my dream, and the next thing I know, it is now this guy, me, and my wife who are driving in the car.  It turns out that it was a good thing I was driving because the other contest “winner” tells me that he can’t drive a stick, and of course I can.  We are driving on a very wide road and it is half dark.   I can’t pinpoint the exact location we are driving.  It looks in my dream just like a big interstate highway, but I have the feeling during my dream that we are not in the U.S anymore.  After driving around a bit, I am getting tired of having this strange guy in the car with me, and so I stop suddenly and throw him out of the car and my wife and I drive on.

At this point, things start to get stranger.  my wife and I are driving along still and we suddenly come to the end of the road.  The road, though, is suspending up very high, not on a bridge, but just like those areas on the highway where the road has to go over other roads and so may be hundreds of feet up in the air.  There are two buildings at the end of this road, and they are also suspended quite high in the air.  We stop the car, get out, and walk inside of the building on the right.  There is a man standing there and asks if we are ready to check in the car.  I say yes, hand him the keys and he says I won’t be in any trouble because I drove the car here and also because I really didn’t speed any in the car.

We walk into this building, but quickly become lost.  The building is very old, and even though it seems to be some sort of office building, there doesn’t seem to be any rhyme or reason to how the place is laid out.  We keep climbing stairs to find a way out, but we just keep getting more lost.  We finally reach the top floor, and it is here that I start getting really scared.  The top of the building is extremely high up, and the top floor is at a sort of an angle, which makes me think that this is not the most stable of buildings.  What scares me, though, is the fact that there are many door ways on this top floor, but no doors.  If I were to stumble at all, I would easily fall out of this doorway to my doom.  Suddenly many members of my immediate family, and my Uncle are there.  This makes me even more scared because my youngest brother is on a skateboard and flying around the room not seeming to care about the deadly open door.  This goes on for a while, until I finally yell at him to just please stop riding that thing around and stay still so he doesn’t kill himself.

The next thing I know, all my family members have disappeared and my wife and I are again looking for a way out of this building.  We finally meet someone else who tells us to head down a stairway I hadn’t previously seen, and we will find a walkway to the other building, where we will then find a way out of the place.  We walk down these stairs only to find that, while they do lead to the next building, the walkway is very narrow and it is easy to fall off of this.  I am getting really terrified at this point (even though I’m not really afraid of heights in real life), but we start to walk across anyways.  Halfway there, we run in into a young Japanese girl who is standing half on the railing looking like she is ready to commit suicide.  I am so scared and just want to make it to the other side, that I yell at her to hurry up and jump so we can pass.  So she jumps, and we finally get to the other side.

And then I wake up, still feeling scared.