Last night I had this really bizarre dream. It was so bizarre that I don't even know how to put the great majority of it into words, but one of the weirdest parts was about my car. I'm basically going to skip to that part, because that's actually the only part I know how to explain, anyway.
Background, though, is that I was, somehow, the one driving and I was with a bunch of Russians. Well, Ukrainians, actually, because it was my old roommate Oksana and her family (in my dream it was her, her mother and father, her sister, and 2 other ladies that I assume were aunts, and then every once in a while there was this random guy that was somehow related to her, too- a brother, I think).
So, we're at some social function, but then it was time to leave. Oksana and the rest of the party minus her sister were going to meet me at her car, but her sister and I were walking down to the parking garage together. And we're searching and searching for my car, but we can't find it! This isn't entirely unusual, because I lose my car in parking garages all the time. It just happens. I get the brilliant idea to push the panic button on my keys, and the car next to us starts to beep in response. Only it's a BMW (in name only, I assure you). I tell the sister who is now the random boy "That's not my car," but (s)he gets in it, anyway (in the driver's seat), and the windshield wipers start going off. Finally we find the rest of the group (and the boy is now the sister again, but the boy is still there with the rest of the family), only there's a big, metal box around where my car is. Turns out this metal box is a boot, only the boy somehow gets the box open and there's Lola. In a bunch of metal sheets. And we have to build her into a car again, by hand.
Now, Oksana used to have this "dream dictionary" and she'd tell us what her dreams/Nicole-ay's dreams meant. It was all very entertaining. Part of me wishes she were around so I could ask her what this means, because it would be interesting to see what she had to say about my dream.
"I think I know how it is to be grown up; it's when you feel how someone feels that isn't you." -Frances Griffiths