Here is one of last night’s dream snippets continuing the car theme and in which I use uncharacteristic language.
The dream starts with me upstairs in a warehouse conversion type space with ornate metal ceiling pillars and open stonework. The floor is wooden and polished. The room is large and I am alone. Downstairs is an up market shopping arcade with a Covent Garden vibe though much calmer and perhaps classier. There is nobody about. It is early morning.
I leave the room and go down though the arcade to my car which is parked just outside on the street. It is a bit like my old Mitsubishi Colt but more old school Jaguar E-type in shape. It has a long bonnet and is very sporty it is orange-red in colour. It is similar to a hard top Ferrari 250 but not quite Ferrari red. It is sporty and fast.
I can see someone ferreting around in the back of my car with the left door open.
I shout out, “Oi, cunt-face get out of my car!!”
A tall gangly man gets out of the car. He is very dark haired and has a pock marked face. He is a wrong-un and oozes a bit of menace. He says that he did not take anything. All that he found was this. He hands me a white cigarette packet which is open and in which are two disposable lighters. I take this he says that he found this in the back seat.
He then moves to attack me. But I use footwork to step out of the way and block his lunge with my left arm in a brush block. He steps past me. He lunges again and I once again avoid.
He pauses and decides if to attack me again.
I say to him that he had better think carefully about what he is doing because if he attacks again I will not hold back. At the moment no harm has been done.
He turns and walks away. Again I get the feeling that he is a wrong-un and no respecter of natural {emphasis here} law. There is a feel of evil about him, he is like a movie villain.
The dream ends.
Dreamyoga 