Dream Relay Of 1-2 Hours Of Sleep

not that i'm planning on making this a blog dedicated to my dreams (music fantasy perhaps) but in order to post this rather large text document:


recollection of guilt as in being a criminal; murder, or some other atrocious act bringing about the panicked fleeing of mine. a slipping out of the grasp of authorities involving a change in wardrobe. a field is crossed extremely rapidly; tall dried grass being the only obstacle with a low plank fence being jumped over near its northeastern corner by a tree. a two lane gravel road on the other side is my path; running down it i come to an intersecting road that is much wider but still gravel. initially finding it to be a deserted path i notice quickly that there are roads stemming from the left side of the road; vehicles approach me, not the deserted area i was seeking. while looking around to find an exit i've stumbled upon a busy parking lot or courtyard of a shopping plaza. Many people are about and obviously recognize me women screaming, men shouting, a younger male in particular bares his teeth and makes a sound like a bark or a yell; perhaps the sound the enraged deaf utilize in moments of disgust. rapid heart beating. coming to the notion of finding an easy victim in the crowd; flashes of the immediate actions of stealing an old woman's red cadillac, late 60's early 70's. speeding off and away; i sense the presence of another person with me in the car though no one is seen. highway driving reasonably confident of current freedom start to become over taken with sleep. dali/williams-esque splitting of images; on the left a faceless character seen behind the steering wheel moving in various positions of sleep. on the right outside of the car is animated sketches of the trees that line the highway. various more motions as in the quest for comfort the black blank face begins to glow while the animated tree's show the cadillac heading for the trees in 3rd person; once this flip book animation reaches a point of collision between the car and tree the character moves their head back onto the head rest and the black face explodes in a flash of white light obscuring all vision. head over heels wreck multiple flips from 1st person perspective sensation heavily felt. grinning face/faces in the car is a shot of an inverted driver chuckling over the occurrence. next i/we are safe on the ground. the car has been scaled down to 1/8-1/16th in size possibly becoming a convertible and nailed horizontally to the support of a covered picnic area. all was well.

the dream had a darkly comical aspect to all of it, though my blood began racing at many times. excuse the poor structure but this is dreamstuff.