Thursday, February 6, 2025

February 5

Dream 1

I am in charge of a very unruly child. I am unsure if this child is mine or not, and I’m unsure of the gender. The child is under the age of 10 and is very aggressive hitting and kicking me while cursing. I try to hold the child tightly in a bear hug but am being met with resistance. I try to talk calmly and gently while patting the child’s arm, but my hand is promptly swiped off. I feel helpless and realize I have no idea what to do.

Dream 2

I am shopping for a car in a used car lot. I’m with someone but I am unsure who. The lot is a jumbled mess with cars parked any which way and some seemingly mired in mud so deep that I wonder how they will ever be driven away. The cars are dirty and most of the models are outdated. I can’t figure out how I will ever find anything to my liking. I go into the office that seems empty at first. It also is a mess. I start flipping through a newspaper I have brought with me thinking that maybe I can find a used car that way instead. Two women who work there enter the office and ask me if I need help. When I speak to them I put the paper down and tell them what I’m looking for. They have something in mind. Before I follow them, I pick my newspaper up to bring with me and catch one of them giving me a dirty look. I realize she thinks that I’m stealing their newspaper. However, the only newspapers I’ve seen in the office are as old as the cars on the lot and I wonder why she would think that I would want one. I follow her to the lot until we get to an old dark blue sedan which has seen its better days, but I agree to test drive it. I get in the car and she directs me to a garage on the lot. There is a very skinny man with no shirt in the garage and he directs me into the spot he wants me in. I figure he’s going to put the car on a lift but realize there is none. He just wants me to see that it is driveable, and now he tells me to back up so I can see that reverse also works. This makes me nervous since there’s so much stuff in the garage that I’m afraid I’ll hit something as I back out.


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