Hm. I keep forgetting that I want to do this until it’s dark out and not good for picture taking…but, since I posted pictures of my poor old car that had to be put down, I was thinking maybe I would post a picture of the new one.
I’m satisfied with it…mostly. I wish the mileage was a bit better, but at least she’s from this century.
There’s that, too: my youngest sister has named both of her cars…I think her red one was Carlito and her SUV is Herman (I may have it backwards, but I’m pretty sure those were the names), and Jester’s car is called Zippy…but I never called either of mine by a name…
They had them though, just so I would have a name to use for my mental conversations with my car about what terrible drivers other people are…
I always thought of them more as having pet personalities though, so I gave them names of mythological horses. My first white car was Grani, and the one gold that got put down was Sleipnir (and had an eight-legged carousel horse on the rear window)…but my new one didn’t get a horse name. It’s not something I feel like I can easily define…but I get the impression that this new car is a girl car.
I couldn’t think of a mare from that mythology, and I could be misremembering, but the only other prominent one was Svaðilfari, and I wasn’t about to name her that…so…her name is Erika, after one of those horrible songs I’ve been listening to.
Seems good enough to me.
It’s rained almost every bloody day this month, so I haven’t gotten a chance to put stickers on her either–so helpful to have when I don’t know which car is mine in a crowded parking lot–but maybe I will get a chance on Sunday if the forecast is accurate and it really is sunny out. (Which would be great, as that’s also my birthday.)
But…now I will go to sleep–wait! Just kidding.
So, I had this dream. Almost a week ago, I think.
It started out grey. Snow, and woods. Really dense, grey woods that one couldn’t get through except in the little winding trail between the trees.
Thin trees. Not fully grown trees with thick trunks. More like skinny poplars, because they had that shiny-smooth grey bark.
And then the pathway ended at what looked like a hedge or a bush or some kind of tangle of skinny, twiggy branches that went up and up and out and out in every direction.
Except for the tunnel.
And there was someone waiting for me there, also bundled up against the cold (I’ll note now that I don’t know who I was in this dream), and he said he thought we had to go through. Genius.
I don’t know why, but my dream-self had a disdainful opinion of this individual. But we followed him into the twig-tunnel, which we had to crawl through on hands and knees for a very long way. And would you believe it? Despite the density of the twigs overhead, the entire length of the tunnel was floored in snow. Great for crawling through. >.<"
So we make it out again. And we are at the top of a steep hill that goes down to a road. Like…the sort of country highway where people want to go fast for all the dumbest reasons. There were no cars though. Just the road. And the fence that ran alongside it, as on many country highways.
And the flagpole. With the white circle. With the black symbol.
My dream self was feeling cross about that.
And I didn't want to go down to the road. Because I was feeling cross about the flag, and then…because of a little figure in grey with his face covered over. He was standing by the flagpole and wanted us to come down…what? To wait with him? To walk beside the road? I don't know. But I had a bad feeling about it and I said I wasn't going down there. Certainly not after the grey character started struggling up the steep hill toward us.
My companion was wearing a red hooded coat (I wore black, unsurprisingly). And he had glasses. And when I think about it, he resembled my brother when he was younger…and he wouldn't come back into the twig tunnel with me, but he didn't want to see this grey person either. And he started to cry.
This particular dream self was not moved by tears, so I got back down and went into the tunnel again, leaving red-coat to his fate. And the tunnel was shorter. Much shorter. And I came out into a perfectly circular clearing with another flagpole in it. Flying that same flag. And I got another bad feeling…a different, worse one than before (maybe it was worse because I was alone now?).
It was a feeling that this red flag with its white circle and black marks, much as it annoyed me, was the only colour left. And…it was trying to help me. I'm not sure if it was an implication that the colour was sentient, or that the flags were…or that someone or a group of someones was placing them to help me…but I had a feeling that the dense winter-trees and hedges were a maze and the flags were my way out.
So. I could either go down the skinny path that led out of the clearing, or back into the twig tunnel to see if I could find the road again.
My dream skipped some parts, and I don’t know what I chose, but suddenly I was in another tunnel. An earth-tunnel. And it was warm. And I was climbing up in the earth-tunnel, using little geometric-shape handholds that had been brightly painted inside and then dirtied by the touch of my and many other grimy hands. It was warm and humid and dark in this earth-tunnel…no idea how I could see anything, unless the dream was being particularly medieval and the light came from mine own eye.
But I reached a horizontal tunnel and started down it, feeling anxious about when I would find another flag to know if I was on the right track…and I turned around and looked, and saw a glow of light.
An ember-bright glow that shone redly around the silhouette of a person. And this person had a head of curly hair, but the curls did not hide the horns. And nothing at all could hide the bat wings that were folded up and useless in the tunnel…
I can now add running from Satan to the list of things I’ve done in the dreamworld.
The dream ended there, so I don’t know if I got away. I like to think so though. I like to think that I made it back to the road and that my misgivings about the grey person were groundless.
I am rather hoping that I learned a lesson about how I should let my dreams troll me however much they want, and not to get mad about it and do something stupid that results in an encounter with the devil. But we’ll see.