The Dream

I had a dream the other night that disturbed me. I’d like to share it with you all right now.
It started off with me in a car show. The weather was a cloudy gray, but it was like a California morning in the way that you could feel that the sun would burn it off eventually. I was looking at a very beautiful 1969 SS Camaro. The car was a bright yellow with white racing stripes going over the top of it. Next to it was an equally beautiful SS El Camino with the same color scheme. I felt that the cars were pretty, but I remember thinking that the owner must have been very proud of them as he had an asking price of about $100,000.00 for each.
I then turned and noticed that the show was being held at a racetrack and I decided I wanted to go for a drive on the course. I immediately found myself behind a Porsche. When I say behind I mean that it was in that elevated camera angle you get when you play racing games on a play station or x-box. It was like I was playing a video game and this is the car I am controlling. I was on the track and the weather was still a cloudy gray, the track was brand new asphalt black with green grass boarders for a bit then trees blocking any view but what was right in front of me.
As I was going down the track it dawned on me that I didn’t know if I was going the right direction. Just then I came around a corner and the racers on the track were coming straight at me on a pace lap. All of the cars quickly lined up single file on my left. I passed all of them, turned the car around (at this moment I find my Porsche is brown with a big number 8 on the side) and get in line behind them.
At this point the car looses its variable speed control and the only options I have are full throttle or no throttle. Also, my camera angle is falling and I’m going down to ground level. I start to loose track of the car as it starts passing other cars and I can’t see around them. Just as I start to think that this could be dangerous I see my Porsche leap in the air and land on a Honda Civic. I fly up to the seen only to find that just as in the video game all the cars are still functional, they’re just a little beat up.
Here’s where I’m disturbed. After I get to the seen, not only is my car functional, but it has taken control of itself and I am now only a spectator in my dream. I feel now as if I’m watching it all unfold on television. The car takes off, smashing into other cars, turning some of them over. It goes off track and spins the tires shooting sand and grass everywhere as it lines up to hit other cars. My Porsche has now turned into a Nitro Funny car and is heading for the pits (where the car show is).
The car jumps over the pit wall and lands on the El Camino. As it smashes the El Camino it flips over and lands on the ground leaning up against the Camaro. I can see the bottom of the car. I can see the different colors of the drive train and the engine. Gold and blue parts, red parts all beautiful in that chaotic beautiful machine way. The car is spinning its wheels forward and back trying to get free of the Camaro and trying to right itself with evil intent that I can feel.
At this point everything moves into slow motion, this lasts for the rest of the dream. I look over and see a kid running to get a closer look at the wreckage. When the kid gets close, too close, the funny car frees itself from the Camaro but lands upside down on top of the kid. The kid manages to get out from under the car and looks over at me. I can see that he’s been badly burned by the flames and the hot engine components. He looks over at me and mouths a “what the fuck?” as he runs away in slow motion.
I look back at the funny car now sitting upside down at full throttle. The driver climbs out of the car and crawls under the engine. The engine at this point is red from the heat. It’s about to blow up and parts are starting to melt. The driver positions himself under the engine and as parts start to melt off and land on him he starts rubbing the molten mettle all over himself like he’s in ecstasy.
The police show up with guns drawn and pointing at the driver of the car. We all start to back away and just then the car blows up. I can see the driver, he explodes with the car and his body parts start flying up against the pit wall. Blood begins to splatter everywhere.
And I wake up. I’m not scared. I’m not breathing heavy. I just lay in bed in wonder about my dream. I’m blown away by what my mind conjured up. This was last Friday, and I still remember the dream in that detail 3 days later.