(picture by me - @ grand canyon flying over nevada!)
this dream was extremely obscure but nevertheless alarming.
i was driving through the highways of a desert, with 2 of my past lovers in my car. i remember stopping at one point, somewhere dry and hot, and these 2 fellows changing\readjusting their gear. i noted that both of them were wearing camo gear.
my older lover, Brassley, was wearing a combat uniform but he was recently (in the waking world) in the Israeli military, so that explains my perception of him that way. my recent ex-boyfriend Morgan, however, was also wearing camoflauge, although it was darker and more forest-like, vs. being tan\brown.
i was driving again, this time down a swerving, downhill slope. i was going at about 90 or 100 mph, an alarming speed, when i realized that i was going way too fast. simultaneously i heard a loud sound, and it was Brassley, on the back of my van. all of a sudden it hit me, i'd been drugged, i was in the drivers seat but i wasnt in control of the vehicle. it was as though i was coming out of unconsciousness, and my memory vaguely but surely recollected that i was in danger. and that Brassley was up to something.
my recollection of what Morgan was doing at this point is a blank, but i remember seeing Brassley's pants in the rearview mirror. he was climbing on my car. i considered slamming on the breaks, but my intuition told me to just regain control of the car. i could see that blood was spattered all over me now. i saw a sign that said "max 50" on the road, and i was clearly exceeding that by a lot.
alarm clock rings.