I have to tell you Dear Readers about the doosey of a dream I had last night! It’s actually a continuation of a dream I had several months ago but I’d getting ahead of myself. As I stated in an earlier entry I’ve been sick so after failing to self-medicate successfully I carried myself to the doctor like a good little girl. My doctor diagnosed me with an upper respiratory infection and prescribed antibiotics for the infection and a special cough syrup for the nagging cough I’ve had for the last 3½ weeks. I didn’t take the cough syrup until last night and boy howdy did I ever feel it! I took a dose at 8pm and I felt okay until 10pm when my head started spinning like I’d had a few shots of tequila! I staggered to my bed and fell, almost immediately, into a fitful sleep.

The dream started where the first one left off, at a gas station somewhere in the boondocks. In the first dream my car broke down and I had to wait until the station opened to get it fixed. For some reason I decided to sleep in the car. Well in this dream I was still sleeping in the car but I was also outside of it! Apparently when the awake me got to the gas station the car had been stolen. The station attendants didn’t know anything about it but they suggested I ask around the neighborhood (why I didn’t call the police I don’t know. It’s a dream after all!). Now I was very anxious to get this car back because it was a rental and because it had my sleeping self as well as my magazines in it, which I sold door to door (don’t ask!).

I walked across the street and started knocking on doors. The people who answered, of course, knew nothing about my stolen car but they all kept directing me to a ramshackle house further down the street. I made it to the house and the woman inside insisted she didn’t know anything about it. After doing my best Kojak on her she confessed that she knew who’d stolen my car but she wouldn’t say the name out loud. She wrote it on a strip of paper and told me to get the hell out of her house!

I spent the next few days combing the city looking for this guy but to no avail. Eventually I made my way back to the gas station and saw my car…or what used to be be my car! The car had been totally pimped out Dear Readers! And to add insult to injury the thief had added these huge monster truck wheels so the car stood about six feet off the ground. I ran over to the car just as the thief was running from the ramshackle house. To my great surprise the thief was a little boy with dreadlocks. And to my even greater surprise he looked just like Kareem Abdul-Jabbar – old school, protective goggles and all! He ran out into the street and took off like a shot. I climbed into the car and took off after him full speed.

I was bearing down on him, watching him tremble with terror as I got closer and closer. Unfortunately, the scene changed and we’d been transported to a crowed courtroom. The whole courtroom was in a tizzy but a silence fell over the room as Kareem entered in handcuffs, this time in his adult form. Things get a little fuzzy here but I remember feeling very relieved that he’d been caught because I wouldn’t be able to pay back the car rental place for all the “improvements” he’d made. I awoke soon after, groggy as hell and barely able to make it out the door for work!

Wasn’t that a trip? Was it just the medicine jerking my subconscious around or does it mean anything? And what is the significance of Kareem Abdul-Jabbar? I don’t even like basketball! I was more than a little nervous to take any more medicine tonight but, by gum, the stuff works! I swear I think I coughed maybe three times during the day! I decided to take a smaller dose instead of stopping it altogether. I have to be honest here, I’m excited to find out what I dream tonight, frightened but still excited! Is this the way drug addicts feel? Ah well…I’ll keep you posted if my brain concocts another ripping yarn! – GD