Tied to the Wheel

It is known fact to the people that know me that I have extremely elaborate and strange dreams. I have had more than 5 dreams that I was not even in. It was like watching a movie. I have plot lines, climaxes, heroes, etc. I have written a lot of poetry, songs, and fiction based off of my dreams; and probably could do more with them if I kept a journal.

Here lately, I have noticed, I haven't been remembering my dreams. When someone says they don't dream a lot, they mean I can't remember my dreams much. Everyone dreams every night, you just may not remember them. I think it has to do with what phase of sleep you are in when you wake up. For instance, if you awake right from REM sleep, you should remember your dreams.

It always amazes me the impact that dreams have on your morning. I have, and I am sure a lot of guys have, been in trouble in the morning because a significant other dreamed I was cheating on them. The dream I awoke from this morning was simple, but has left enough of an impression to talk about it here.

I was forcefully taken hostage by some guys in black. They put me in the driver's seat of a large pick-up truck. I was already gagged, so I couldn't scream. They tied my hands to the steering wheel. They pushed the truck out of the large commercial garage we were currently in, and into street. It was night, and it was the first time I had seen where we were, and it was the middle of nowhere.

Once on the street they proceeded to put a blindfold on me. I heard a switch flip somewhere on the dash board and the truck started up. A second later and another switch. Someone said, "Drive!" and the truck began to move.

My foot pounded on the brake to stop the truck, that was now going about 50-60 mph and gaining. But of course the brakes did not work. I continued flying down the road, or country side, (wasn't sure, I couldn't see) without hitting anything. I was sure I would've hit something by now. My grip on the wheel tight enough to leave indentions in it, my right foot pressed hard on the floor bed. The truck continued to careen into the night, un-phased.

It was the strangest feeling, like a roller coaster ride, or falling. Except for when you are falling, you know where the bottom is. I didn't know when or how this ride would end. And then by the end of the dream I just let go. I relaxed. If I was going to hit something, I couldn't help it. It was actually very liberating in the end to just enjoy the ride.

And then I woke up. The symbolism is ridiculous.