Dream a Little Dream
Over lunch the day before
Thanksgiving, my friend told me about a dream she had the week before.
It was all about me, my car and a truck transporting cut trees.
Sequoias, she said.
The dream began with me purchasing short term car insurance for a trip
across country. Her dream was very detailed because it included mention
of my regular policy’s failure to include coverage for medical costs
resulting from an accident. Anyway, I purchased the short term insurance
and left the east coast to visit the west all by myself.
Only thirty miles into my journey, I ended up behind a truck carrying
felled trees. The highway had only one lane in each direction with a
barrier separating them so passing the eighteen-wheeler was not
possible. The truck was traveling twenty miles under the speed limit.
Frustrated one hundred miles later, I tried to pass the truck.
I interrupted my friend to ask if the trees rolled off the truck and
crushed me to death. She responded with a negative and continued by
saying I failed to pass the truck and remained stuck. Apparently no one
else was interested in going across the county since no other vehicles
were lined up behind me and the truck. With another fifty miles traveled,
I again tried and failed to pass the truck. I tried again and again at
various intervals during the trip only to remain a hostage to the whims
of the truck’s driver.
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I interrupted my friend again to
inquire about the redundancy of her story, but she told me to let her
finish, she was almost done. Her therapist had advised her that she tell
me this for her own good and mine. I stifled a laugh when I realized she
was serious and let he continue once more.
Finally, nearing my destination, I accelerated to a dangerous speed,
swerved into the emergency lane and raced the truck for the lead
position along the highway. Sensing victory, and unafraid of any
consequences since I had my short term insurance policy, I pushed my car
to its limit. And finally, I was ahead of the truck with only twenty
miles left to reach the Pacific coast.
That’s when a turkey literally flew into my windshield. With the
turkey’s head next to mine, I lost control of my car, did a tailspin and
was decapitated by the truck. Oddly, the turkey survived.
I sat dazed by my friend’s ridiculous dream. She said she had had an
epiphany by talking about what she was now calling her vision thanks to
the guidance of her $300-per-hour therapist. She believed her dream to
be a psychic vision and that she was using her gift to protect me by
sharing the story. She had also used her wallet to purchase a short term
insurance policy for me.
At this point, I couldn’t control myself. I paid our bill and prepared
to leave. Departing, I reminded my friend that her therapist’s name was
Tom and that the following day was Thanksgiving. On Thanksgiving
morning, I left on my long-planned drive across the country.
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