I dreamed a dream, a strange dream.

A while ago, I dreamt that I was a car crash…twice…in the same night. That was strange. Also of interest is that fact that I wasn’t driving either time. The first time it was my brother. I remember we were in a hurry (like he always seems to be) and we made a rather strange right turn at an intersection which ended up in our car being hit, from the side I believe. We then skidded off the road, and I recall quite clearly that we hit a road sign, though I can’t recall what it said. Probably it was something profound, perhaps it was the lesson I was to learn from that dream, but being from the hollywood generation adrenaline, I didn’t pay attention to that detail…only the crash. The second dream had a clear message. My friend and I were driving in my truck (well, as I said he was the one doing the actual driving) rather quickly down a dirt country road. It was night as well, whereas the other one took place in the daytime. Anyways, we took a rather sharp turn at high speed and ended up rolling the truck and landing (right side up, thankfully) in the ditch. As we were examining the truck for damage, a bright spotlight suddenly began to shine down upon us. From behind this spotlight came a farmer, who seemed to be upset and was carrying what appeared to be a shotgun in his head. He began to shout at us in what I can only remember as Charlie Brown grown-up talk (or Sims talk, if you will). Seeing this, and being nearest to the driver’s seat, I jumped in and managed to get us out of the ditch. Once out of the ditch, I stopped to let my friend in and we sped off. The message? Don’t screw with farmers, they own shotguns.

Truth to trashcan. Dare to dream.