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Dream Diary, November 1st 2021.
4 years ago
This is what I think...
Had a dream that kept swapping between live action and anime in terms of overall style and physics.
I was, for some reason, a teenager or young adult that could just turn into a car, with no explanation.
Specifically a 1968 Dodge Charger, which I guess makes sense, since that was my favourite car from ages
5 to 20 something, still kind of is I guess, but I have a lot of favourite cars now that I'm older.
It kind of felt like it was a "spirit animal" sort of thing, but with a type of vehicle, I only met one other
person in the dream like me, but it was never treated like a super strange thing, so maybe just uncommon/rare?
I remember being somewhere and a couple chuckleheads came up asking offensive questions, and all I said was
"I can't think of a way to respond to that, that won't be vulgar, so please turn around and leave" since I was
with family in public and didn't want to cause a scene for them.
The other person was a girl around the same age as me, born into a wealthy or otherwise influential family.
Her vehicle form was something like a sports car turned race car, the cliche of being under pressure from her overbearing parents.
Being injured was weird, had some kind of dream logic that as long as you were repaired in vehicle form you were fine.
Bent a rim at some point and when I turned back I had broken or sprained toes and had to limp around for a while.
There was a big road race thing coming up that I wanted take part in, kind of deal where it had both pavement and dirt segments.
There was a scene of the girl training on some obstacle course her family made, with insane stuff like nails and the like.
I guess maybe while that was happening, I wondered off from where the race was going to be held the following day.
Ended up at a scrapyard or otherwise parts zone, looked around before asking someone if they had any all-terrain tires
that would fit a 68 Charger but got told they didn't, kept looking around and realized I was being too specific before
going back to them and saying as much, that I only really needed some multi-surface tires for road and dirt.
They were the owner of the yard, an older woman, maybe in her 50's, told me they'd look and asked if I'd be willing
to help out around the yard, so I then took off to where they pointed with comical speed and agility, guess because of the car thing?
Recall jumping off of stuff with leaping bounds, and at one point picking up and lifting something very heavy with ease.
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Guess that's my car culture roots showing, grew up in a very car-centric family.
I was, for some reason, a teenager or young adult that could just turn into a car, with no explanation.
Specifically a 1968 Dodge Charger, which I guess makes sense, since that was my favourite car from ages
5 to 20 something, still kind of is I guess, but I have a lot of favourite cars now that I'm older.
It kind of felt like it was a "spirit animal" sort of thing, but with a type of vehicle, I only met one other
person in the dream like me, but it was never treated like a super strange thing, so maybe just uncommon/rare?
I remember being somewhere and a couple chuckleheads came up asking offensive questions, and all I said was
"I can't think of a way to respond to that, that won't be vulgar, so please turn around and leave" since I was
with family in public and didn't want to cause a scene for them.
The other person was a girl around the same age as me, born into a wealthy or otherwise influential family.
Her vehicle form was something like a sports car turned race car, the cliche of being under pressure from her overbearing parents.
Being injured was weird, had some kind of dream logic that as long as you were repaired in vehicle form you were fine.
Bent a rim at some point and when I turned back I had broken or sprained toes and had to limp around for a while.
There was a big road race thing coming up that I wanted take part in, kind of deal where it had both pavement and dirt segments.
There was a scene of the girl training on some obstacle course her family made, with insane stuff like nails and the like.
I guess maybe while that was happening, I wondered off from where the race was going to be held the following day.
Ended up at a scrapyard or otherwise parts zone, looked around before asking someone if they had any all-terrain tires
that would fit a 68 Charger but got told they didn't, kept looking around and realized I was being too specific before
going back to them and saying as much, that I only really needed some multi-surface tires for road and dirt.
They were the owner of the yard, an older woman, maybe in her 50's, told me they'd look and asked if I'd be willing
to help out around the yard, so I then took off to where they pointed with comical speed and agility, guess because of the car thing?
Recall jumping off of stuff with leaping bounds, and at one point picking up and lifting something very heavy with ease.
---
Guess that's my car culture roots showing, grew up in a very car-centric family.
