I dreamt about my car last night..that it was stolen.
I was having meal with some other people. They weren’t visible in my dreams so I couldn’t specify who. I parked my car in front of a row of shops. And after finishing my meal, the car was gone.
I had others to help me search for my missing car but it was nowhere to be found. The next day, the car was found at a street just behind that row of shop which I parked the day before. What was missing from the car was the stereo set and some other things from the dashboard drawer.
The weird thing was that the car key was in the car ignition and yet the car stealer didn’t drive my car away.
I know it’s a weird dream.
I think I love my car so much that I’m dreaming about it at night. I really love my car. It has accompanied me though my very first job, break-ups, heartaches, wonderful trips, cruises on the highway and shielding me from bird shits. We have even got lost together and then finding ourselves back. Most of the time, it’s just me and the car. It has survived one quite major crash and a very minor crash. Some bruises on the side, inflicted by others. For me, I think it’s hard to keep a car flawless driving in the city.
It has taught me to be braver and more courageous. It actually takes some little gut to drive. The nerve to side park and reverse park. My reverse parking was once very lousy, now I think I’m doing pretty well. But perhaps given another car, I would need to adjust myself again.
It has taught me about planning and to have a sense of direction. Something I like to have in a guy. A good sense of planning and direction is very cool in my eyes. OK, back to story, you know when you have used the same route for quite some time, you somehow know which lane to stick to at certain stretch of the road to have a smooth flow to your destination. You need to know how to drive to know what I’m talking about!
It has taught me about prediction as well. You know how sometimes you know some crazy driver will just zoom out of a junction without really looking at other cars? So you’ll always have a lookout even though you know it’s your lane.
Sometimes when I’m at the kitchen, I will check for my car through the window, to see if it’s there. Then, I’ll tell myself silently, “Ohhhhh….it’s there.” 😀
When I’m going to be away for a few days or more, I will say “Goodbye” to it too silently.
I just…like my car very much.
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You sound just like my bf. 😛 He names his car and gives its top a stroke every day before he retires back to the house. I think he even whispers goodbye to his car if he has to go outstation or overseas but he never does it in front of me, act macho konon. Haha!
Maybe it’s about time I name my car too! 🙂