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  • We were driving along this road that turned into a bridge, going across a large body of water. It was late at night. We were in a good mood, as we had just won a big game. It was me and the two guys who help me manage the softball team. We’re good friends. My recollection is that I was driving at the time, but that changed at one point. You know how dreams can be.

    Then the realization dawned on me that we were no longer on the main bridge – we were on something that ran paralell to it. This was perfectly normal, in the dream, and not a problem at all, until I suddenly realized I had missed a turn, and Roger and Mike started shouting, too late, for me to turn. You couldn’t see the turn in the road, until you’d missed it. In fact, this road was actually slightly under water to begin with. This fact didn’t occur to me until after the fact.

    We went right into the water and immediately began sinking like a rock. I was no longer in the driver’s seat, though - I was in the back seat of the car, and calmly felt for the window opening button, to my left. I’ve always been pretty good in the dark, feeling my way to things. I can see them in my mind’s eye, right where they should be, and I usually don’t have a problem. This helped a lot the time, in real life, when I was trapped in the engineroom full of black smoke, and had to make my way all the way from one end to the other to get to the escape hatch. And, it helped me now, in the sinking car.

    I knew the window would work, even though the inside of the car had already filled up with water. One of the guys was shouting “that won’t work, Pete, we’re under water, for Chrissakes!”, but I stayed calm, knowing that it would. I’d read the manual. Once the window was open far enough, I said “this way guys”, crawled out the window, and we all made it out of there. I was thinking the whole time how pissed Kathy was going to be, because it was her car. Her nice, new Hybrid Sonata.

    The next thing I knew, we were walking into a room full of friends, and everyone was laughing and having a good time, and everything was going to be o.k. with the car. Right at that point, I realized I’ve had this same dream before. I just never remembered it afterwards, before. I woke up, covered in sweat.

    It finally worked! I’ve been working on trying to remember my dreams when I wake up. I’ve been dreaming up a storm lately, but as soon as I awake, even while I am still filled with the emotion of the dream I was having right before awaking, I have been unable to retain a single detail, hard as I’ve tried.

    I’ve been periodically doing these exercises, suggested by one of my morning readings. A couple of times during the day, ask myself, “Are you dreaming or is this real? Are you sure?” There’s different things it suggests you do to test out whether you’re really awake or in a dream. Try floating. Try walking through a wall (but not too fast). Try talking to others without opening your mouth. It seems silly, but the reading says that if you keep doing this, periodically, while awake, you’ll eventually do it in the middle of a dream, and become aware, in the dream, that you’re in a dream. I’ve had that happen before, without the benefit of doing these exercises, and it’s a very cool experience. In this dream, I did not have that conscious awareness that it was a dream, until I had that moment where I realized this is the same dream I’ve had numerous times.

    I’m just glad that window-opening button worked! Man, that was a close one! Sorry about the car, Kath! It still feels that real. Hmmm – maybe I better go check that the car is still in the driveway. I could still be dreaming! You know, one of those dreams where you keep waking up, but you really are just waking up into another dream. I had one of those, once, where I woke up into 4 new dreams before I finally woke up for real. At least, I think I finally woke up!

    Anyone else have any interesting dreams lately? They always seem to take on a new level of intensity this time of year. Something about the change of seasons.
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