Must have been the cheese dc. Loved the dream which rang absolutely true, especially the steering wheel turned through 90 degrees and the transmission in the boot.... The rust was true though, it just hasn't set in yet. Remembering dreams when I wake up is my problem, although for some reason the bad ones tend to be clearer in the memory than the nice interesting ones.
When I was a child it used to be said that eating cheese late at night gave you nightmares, an old wives' tale I dismissed scornfully at the time. Later I realised there was something in it though, and once or twice I have eaten cheese late at night on purpose in the hope of having a dream. Didn't usually work, but it did sometimes.
Edited by Lud on 17/08/2008 at 12:54
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And since you suggest other motoring dreams, the one I remember, because I had it several times, was a variant of the 'falling dream' to which, I seem to remember, women are more prone than men.
I would be sitting on the front end of the roof of a double-decker bus, facing forward, nothing to hold on to, with or without some unidentified companion, the bus hurtling ever faster down a long twisting hill. In reality double decker buses don't overturn all that easily, but one's intuition was always that they ought to. At the third or fourth bend my bus in the dream would start to roll and I would start to fall off it. At first it was a relief to wake up, which I invariably did of course at that point before hitting the ground or undergrowth, but later I became rather blase about it.
Something similar happened with a childhood nightmare sequence about the threat of being eaten (and actually being eaten once). Eventually I learned to identify the dream as a dream and wake myself up. Since that time I haven't been afraid of dreaming, although fear is present in many dreams.
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Done that once already today.
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