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So I had two weird dreams last night. Well I had one, woke up...then fell back asleep, had another weird dream. (note: I wrote the first dream and forgot the second one) The first one...I was in the parking lot with someone and we were getting in a car that we were familiar with. I dont think it was mine...hmm wait i do think it was mine. My old Benz with the hamster-in-a-wheel for an engine. For some reason, I go and pick up my dads '86 Porsche 911. Its a convertible. (btw, my dad doesnt like red cars...and hes got two of em lol) So I pull in the parking lot (its not that big) and I see someone trying to back out of a space but I needed to get to my car. I leave the red car sitting there running, warming up (cuz holy shit that thing takes forever to warm up). Go back to my car and this truck starts backing up. I honk the horn and I'm like "hey, do you ever look before you do anything? I'm right behind you!" So he stops. I look and the red car is gone...I run over there and look around and on the street to see if I could see it or hear it. Its gone. I start running back to my car...and ITS gone. Then I'm like, fuck...this sucks. So I pull out my phone and dial 911 as I'm walking down the street thinking I could see one of the cars and maybe run one of them down. I remember talking to some 911 operator and telling her the description of the cars as I'm walking down the sidewalks of this city like place that seems to slowly get smaller. It got dark, and it started to drizzle. Walking under those construction kinda things they have in NYC when they are working on something above the sidewalks, seemed small and tight. Like I was too tall for them. So I start giving the description of my car and I stop and see a sorta well lit alleyway with a bunch of red cars. Btw, this whole time I'm thinking I need to find my dads car first. I realize I'm holding one of those old wired phones...well it was the same kind of wired phone that is in my dad's office at home. I say to the operator, "oh my god, hold on one sec." I start down the alleyway because a lot of these cars are red (well they were all red) Porsche 911s from the 80's. I think, "oh, I can look inside at the mileage and the dirty drivers carpet and the clean passengers carpet. I keep looking and I dont see it. I get to the end of the cars and I see on more in the corner. I run over and see all this stuff propped up on the back of the car. It looked like a title with my name on it and my dads name and some other stuff i recognized. I looked in the car...dirty drivers-side carpet, clean passenger side carpet. Mileage is what I remember it being (somewhere in the 30k mile range). Then I think, I'll get this paperwork n stuff, put it in the back and drive off. Then I hear this dude talking about me and the car on his phone. I realize this is now "his car" i start arguing with him and hes like, "look I only buy and sell the cars. Ill make a deal for you" I ask, "whats the deal?" he responds, "Hold on, I'll tell you soon." He walks off. I remember the phone on the ground still with the operator on hold. I run over pick it up. I say I found the red car! I found the red car! She asks, "Where are you?" I find a street sign and then its like I'm in Europe. I cant read any of it and its not in any language I'm familiar with. I start spelling names, she asks if she should send a few units to help secure the car and help me repossess it. In the middle of saying "YES, send as many units you can, psh! Send them all."....I realize the shitty old wired phone...the wire from the handset to the base fell out. I remember that I could still plug it in and the call might still be there, but it might not because newer wired phones dont work that way and I forgot how old this one was. I plug it back in, and nothing. Not even a dial tone. I look back at the alleyway, all the cars are gone except my dads red car. I look both ways to cross and lots of traffic is coming my way. I wait. Traffic passes. The car is gone. I start to run towards that spot and hear a loud horn and see lights...I wake up.

I have dreams similar to this one. Some dreams where something happens to my Benz or my Cobra. I try to get it fixed but it costs too much money. There was another weird dream I had the other day...

I was in a big building. could have been a school but I dont think so. It was def old and mostly made of stone. I remember I needed to get out. To get out, I had to fly. To fly I had to turn into and owl. I forgot how to turn into an owl. I searched for the answer and couldnt find it. I started talking to people and figured it out. Then I had to find a spot where I could run, jump in the air and then turn into an owl and fly. I found a big room that looked like a gym in a school but no lines, no hoops, no big blue pads on the wall...blank, nothing. Just white walls and ceiling with a dim off-white light filling the room from somewhere. But there was a fading ray of light. That was my way out. I went to one corner of the room, started to run...jumped tried to turn into an owl and I messed up and hit the wall. I think, "crap, I need a bigger place to take off". I walk out a door and find a long and wide staircase. I walk to the top and to the back of the wall. I run as hard as I can, jump and turn into an owl. But, I cant get out of the room and if I touched the ground then I wouldnt be an owl anymore. I had this sense that this was something very taboo. I wasn't supposed to be doing this, but I wanted to get out. I run back through the door into the gym-like room. I try running in very big circles. Eventually I jump and turn into an owl. I get the hang of flying but people start showing up and I cant get out. The light in that room was gone but I felt like I knew where there as another way out. I flew through doors, in and out of rooms. I finally find a tiny place where I can fly out. I'm out. I fly around, and wake up.

I wish I knew what my dreams meant so I could learn more about myself and fix it.