Dream Journal June 26, 2021

Yeah, I waited a couple of days for this one. I don’t know. Let’s see what I can remember.

A lot of my dreams involve driving. Fortunately, the recurring dream about having my car stolen has passed. Finally, every night when I went to bed, I told myself that I would take out the spark plugs when I parked the car in my dreams, and the dreams stopped.

Alex asked me how I was taking the spark plugs out, like I have any clue how to do that. I was, like, “I don’t know. I guess that my dream-self knows more about cars than I do, maybe?”

There was definitely some driving in this dream, but it was more about the construction of a superhighway in the 1800s. They didn’t have the steamrollers and things that we have now, so whole families were out their in their 1800s garb leveling the ground and putting down pavement and things.

At some point, we went into someone’s apartment. Maybe the grandparent of one of the families? The apartment was *tiny*, like the size of my breakfast nook (where I’m typing this), which is maybe 60 or 70 square feet. I found myself wondering if I could live in this size of an apartment, because I’ll never be able to afford anything much larger on my own.

Now for the inspirations for this dream. The tiny apartment probably came from Saturday night, when Evelyn and I were at the Pearl, a multi-use development just north of downtown. We’d been walking on the Riverwalk and it’d been wonderful as long as there was a breeze, but we’d been walking in an area with still air for a while.

Then we turned a corner and walked along the side of an apartment building and there was just the most delicious breeze. Well, not quite like The Seven-Year Itch,* where it blew up our skirts. First, we weren’t wearing skirts, and secondly, the breeze went the wrong way for that. But it was lovely.

So I promised Evelyn that when I moved to the Pearl (where I intend to get a tee-ninesy apartment someday) I would get one of the big apartments along that side of the building and she could come over and we’d sit on the balcony and enjoy the breeze. Because if you’re going to dream, might as well dream big.

The 1800s people building a superhighway probably was inspired by the Warren Jeffs episode of Fundie Fridays on YouTube. In this video, we watch children of Jeffs’s followers picking pecans on a school day, which is in violation of child labor laws.

My maternal grandfather dropped out of school when he was, like, 12, I think? It was before child labor laws, so I think my subconscious just did a time swap there.

I’m not sure why they were building a superhighway, though.

*Non-Gratuitous Amazon Link!

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