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Bizarre dreams this morning

I had this series of dreams that were kinda like a saga. I hit snooze a couple of times and each time I went back to sleep it was the same dream sequence. Here goes

I'm driving through downtown Phoenix looking desperately for the intersection of 7th and Washington and it wasn't like I was lost, because I was constantly on the right track, but it was just way further than I was sure it should be.* In reality it's not that far from where I live, but in the dream it just seemed to get farther and farther. In the car with me was my brother and his woman and/or David. I say and/or because it kept changing. I needed to get where I was going for an appointment of some kind, but I can't remember what kind of an appointment. I think while I was driving it was a Dr's appointment, but once I found the place it was actually to see my agent.

And I remember that for the most part I was driving from the driver's seat, but suddenly I looked down to see that Im sitting in the back seat, reaching around with an arm on either side of the seat in front of me to grab the wheel. The pedals became unneccassary I guess. And when I was in the driver's seat it was front left, but when I was reaching around the driver's seat the wheel was on the front right seat, European style.

ALARM GOES OFF. I hit snooze.

After the blurry and unfortunately forgotten run through the offices in the building, it's back to the car. Then I drive (by myself this time) to my old house on Kiowa. I know that I don't live there anymore, but I just know that my key still works. I let myself in and head right for the kitchen, and my old room, and the garage to round up my stuff that I left from when we moved out. There' s a lot of it too. Some dishes, my pool cue, some paintings, etc. As I'm about to leave, the family that lives there now drives up. I start to panic, because I'm not supposed to be there. They walk in the front door with me standing in the middle of their living room, so I decide to play casual. I start to pull the key off my ring to give it to them. Surprisingly, they walk in and say "Oh, hey Joey. What's up?" Then they ask me to paint this wall and fix this and that. Apparently I'm their maintenance guy or something so it's normal for me to be there. I apologize for having left my stuff for so long, and take it and leave.

ALARM GOES OFF. I hit snooze.

This last one is hazy. I don't remember how I got there, but I know it was connected to the previous chunks. I remember rows and rows of paintings on long walls, like a gallery. And I remember bags of Doritos. That's about it.

*I should mention that the car dream is a variation on a recurring nightmare I've been having since childhood. It goes like this. My mom drives to some store or something with me and my little brother (both of us very small, no matter our actual age at the time of having the dream) in the back seat. She parks and says something to the effect that she'll be right back, and that we should stay here. After she leaves, the car starts to drive itself away, scaring the hell out of me and my bro. We get out of our little car seats and try to take control of the peddles and wheels, but it doesn't respond. Pretty freaky for us as little kids because not only our we lost from our mommy, but we're speeding along at high speeds, out of control in an beat-up gold station wagon.

This morning's dream started with me and my brother in the old station wagon with a somewhat lost feeling, but this time we weren't little kids, and I could control the car. This time I could read the street signs, and I figured out where we were, and from there a new dream formed.