[imcarthur]

Originally Posted by jyl

"I am driving a old style car. It looks like a 1920s model, with wing fenders and a boat-tail cabin, but modern interior and running gear. The car is extremely powerful, accelerating like a jet plane. I'm driving fast on a long sweeping curve. The car keeps trying to oversteer and I have to reach back, grab the rear fender, and physically push the rear end into line. I have owned the car for many years, but only recently took it out of storage. I decide to sell the car. A friend sends me an old photo of my then wife taking our child out of the car. The woman is Stephanie Zimbalist. I get in the car and go back in time, it feels like ten or twenty years, and park outside our old house. Entering, I meet: my friend who had sent the photo; my father; and an imbecile who, I remember, had died shortly after that. They all seem aged, while I feel young and uplifted. This is odd, I think, as I am the one who is 20 years older. My ex-wife/Zimbalist enters the kitchen and greets me. She is apparently unaware that I am visiting from my future. She looks wonderful. We banter, she starts to do the dishes, I ask her to stop and I promise to do them later. It is exciting to see her, and I enjoy seeing our old house and vaguely shabby old furniture. I go to the car and retrieve my digital camera. As I take snapshots of the people and house, I hope no-one will notice, as cameras are still film at the time. I ask my wife to go for a walk on the beach outside."

Let's see . . .

You feel removed from reality when you travel. (time travel) You have some good ex-memories. (transferred to Stephanie Zimbalist to relieve guilt about them). You like old cars.

Originally Posted by 911Rob

Last night, after watching a couple episodes of Brotherhood on the DVD player I dreamt that some butcher cut up some fish, then another guy packaged them, but I was the numbers guy and I got pissed off at them because the fish pieces were too large and there weren't enough packages now to create a profit.

You are obsessed with making money. The gangster theme was just an overlaid recent memory.

Originally Posted by Schumi

I had a reoccurring dream over the course of a few years that has happened a few times. I never remember all of it, but it involves normal events, like talking to people in a room, and then all of a sudden out of no where Tom Arnold shows up and we party and drink alot and then I wake up.

You are substituting Tom Arnold for a good buddy you wish you had.

Originally Posted by tabs

I walk into a bar/restruant and there is this little old Chinese man who is being made fun of by all the guys int the bar. He asks me to carry him home as he is too old and weak to get home by himself. So I carry him home. Upon entering the house I ask him how old he is? He replys that he is 25,000 years old. I look down say, "I will never live to be that old." He says, "Yes you will."

You worry that your life is meaningless.

Dr. Ian