I dreamt that I was in the back seat of a black Saab. I was with a man and a woman that both seemed to be coworkers. The woman was older and distinguished, short hair and very professional as well as experienced looking. The man looked younger, maybe early 40s and dark, almost black hair like the Saab and just about as shiny. He seemed more like a salesman type and he wanted something fast. The car was a car a friend of mine was going to sell to me until he found out about an engine problem that he thought I shouldn't risk. The guy was taking it for a test drive. He was going very fast and taking tight corners. The woman was giving him the back story on the car. I was not very happy. I looked up between the front seats and was looking at the stick shift and the glimmering accents on the car in contrast with the black interior. The car sounded just fine, was driving just fine... Hmmm... He the took a road that went steeply up and then down, and then a turn that looked like a raceway in that it was almost vertical. I felt like he was going too fast. I didn't think the tires had that much tread left on them. At the same time, I really wanted the car. I told him he should watch out.. I might buy it from under him.
Then we stopped. I don't know if we had to stop or the road stopped. And it seemed the car was gone. We started walking towards what seemed like a country club. We were supposed to do some business there. We climbed over a fence and saw that many of the members were involved in some event, and they were walking back to the club house. Some of them were in costume and singing a little song with croquet mallets over their shoulders.
I was walking down a hill with loose dirt on it and there was a chubby red headed man behind me. I tried to be personable and he said hello, that his name was Cliff and he worked at Fred Meyers. I asked where and he kept saying some name, but changing it a bit each time. Oh and this all took place in the UK, and FM is in the West Coast. I realized then that he was an American. Then he became less interested in talking, so I walked toward the house.
There seemed to be some weddings happening all at once, well the receptions of weddings. In side rooms, here and there you would either find children playing or people getting cozy with each other or straight out having sex.
One fellow and a girl stopped and she had to go. He then was all disheveled and started going towards my directions. There was a photo of a model dressed in period clothing in a magazine, .. he was commenting that my profile looked like hers. I let him know that I knew what he was up to and he would have no luck with me. I also realized that even if I had been interested, I was wearing some underthings that were not so attractive, so either way, it was a no go.
Then I walked around the room and I saw a woman with a new baby. It was tiny. She was telling me about the baby that was in a hand knit gray green gown of sorts. It looked like it was born too early and then I saw its finger nails. In my mind I was thinking they were one pixel wide, like that was a normal thing to say, but they were... like a tiny needle of a nail. It looked a bit disturbing, but again, I thought that was normal for a baby born early and had "dream" remembered that I had seen another baby that way. Then I saw on the floor a pink thing. It looked like a cross between the krill characters on Happy Feet 2 and a pink worm/intestine type shape. It was a baby too but VERY prematurely born. But for some reason, that looked normal too. It was crawling all over the place and fast. I thought how odd that a more premature baby could crawl and one born at the normal time couldn't. It didn't make sense logically, but for some reason again it made sense in the dream.
Then we stopped. I don't know if we had to stop or the road stopped. And it seemed the car was gone. We started walking towards what seemed like a country club. We were supposed to do some business there. We climbed over a fence and saw that many of the members were involved in some event, and they were walking back to the club house. Some of them were in costume and singing a little song with croquet mallets over their shoulders.
I was walking down a hill with loose dirt on it and there was a chubby red headed man behind me. I tried to be personable and he said hello, that his name was Cliff and he worked at Fred Meyers. I asked where and he kept saying some name, but changing it a bit each time. Oh and this all took place in the UK, and FM is in the West Coast. I realized then that he was an American. Then he became less interested in talking, so I walked toward the house.
There seemed to be some weddings happening all at once, well the receptions of weddings. In side rooms, here and there you would either find children playing or people getting cozy with each other or straight out having sex.
One fellow and a girl stopped and she had to go. He then was all disheveled and started going towards my directions. There was a photo of a model dressed in period clothing in a magazine, .. he was commenting that my profile looked like hers. I let him know that I knew what he was up to and he would have no luck with me. I also realized that even if I had been interested, I was wearing some underthings that were not so attractive, so either way, it was a no go.
Then I walked around the room and I saw a woman with a new baby. It was tiny. She was telling me about the baby that was in a hand knit gray green gown of sorts. It looked like it was born too early and then I saw its finger nails. In my mind I was thinking they were one pixel wide, like that was a normal thing to say, but they were... like a tiny needle of a nail. It looked a bit disturbing, but again, I thought that was normal for a baby born early and had "dream" remembered that I had seen another baby that way. Then I saw on the floor a pink thing. It looked like a cross between the krill characters on Happy Feet 2 and a pink worm/intestine type shape. It was a baby too but VERY prematurely born. But for some reason, that looked normal too. It was crawling all over the place and fast. I thought how odd that a more premature baby could crawl and one born at the normal time couldn't. It didn't make sense logically, but for some reason again it made sense in the dream.
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