Sometimes the hardest part of getting these dreams on this blog here is life itself. I wakeup, one of my dogs sees that I'm awake and runs to let the others know that I'm up.
Then it's all licks and tail wags for a few seconds while i stand up then I'm allowed to get dressed. Once dressed they are expecting me to immediately walk them to the door and let them out. My shoes go on next with a dogs face in the way, then out we go. While I'm standing there watching the dogs, and I have to watch as the oldest one, the black lab, as he likes to wander, my dream creeps in.
Once everyone is happy and comes up onto the porch do we get to go back in. Then the lab goes to his food bowl and stares at me all the while he is wagging his club-like tail against the cabinet. Whack, whack, whack. My mind is turning over the details...
But making my coffee comes before feeding the dogs, it takes a minute to fill the pot with water, pour it into the machine. Still, the whack, whack, whack is going on behind me. Coffee added, machine turned on, feed the whack whack whack...
Finally I pull the big plastic dogfood container out and feed these bottomless pits some dog food. Then I wait four minutes. It takes five minutes to brew enough coffee to fill my over-sized travel mug that I like to use. Four minutes plus the time spent feeding my dogs has brewed enough coffee I won't need to refill my cup soon.
During this time my dream is slowly eroding away in my mind. I'm sure valuable parts have drifted into the ether. I try to link together the remaining pieces well enough to post them in this blog.
This dream starts out on a highway. Bits of open water followed by swampy looking ground then back into the trees. It must be summer as the hardwood trees that flank the highway are tall and full of leaves. In my mind's eye we are headed east as looking into the trees I see dark side of the trunks where the sun has pierced the leaves and not splashes of sunlight on the trunks.
Again I am riding shotgun instead of being behind the wheel. We are approaching a group of cars pushing the speed limit a bit. The last cars in the lineup is a couple of semi truck car haulers in need of a new coat of paint. Rust, lots of it and faded white paint are on the trailers. But it's what's on the trailers that has caught my eye.
The 2 semis are both loaded with 'barn find' Dodge Charger Daytonas. The cars are in worse shape than the trucks carrying them. I can't tell the color of the paint on any of them. As we drive past the second semi, there is a 2 car trailer, and it as well has the winged cars on it. The last cars we come on, the first cars in this convoy are 2 Dodge Chargers with occupants in the second car and the first car, with its hood missing, is strapped to the second like a team of horses is attached to a wagon. The engine on the first car is oversized like several of the small die cast toy cars you see now. Matt black valve covers with chrome acorn style nuts holding them down.
An exit is coming and we turn off the highway onto a seldom used secondary road. The convoy turns off as well as it appears that they are following us. The secondary road turns onto a busted up black top road that has been abandoned and no further maintenance has ever been done on it but it is well traveled enough that the weeds and grasses along the shoulder hasn't crept into the cracks in the roadway.
The road leads to a bridge, but the bridge is half collapsed/missing and the half that is still standing looks like it has been repaired with various pieces of lumber and plywood to cover the holes in the roadway. Everyone stops and I walk out on this bridge to survey the route. It looks out over a back water swamp with a broad calm open water area that we have to cross. The first glance the water appears to be too deep to forge. I have to duck under what looks like electrical wire that has been placed at sometime in the distant past. The poles are nothing more that pieces of square structual tubing driven into the mud. It had to have been done after the bridge collapsed as passing cars would have torn it down. The wire is plastic insulated yellow wire, the same type that be pulled into conduits buried in a wall. The yellow color faded and the texture rough from being exposed to the weather.
The last of these 'poles' is at the end of the bridge and looks as someone has tried to bolt steps onto it using the pre-drilled holes in the steel. The wood appeared strong enough but it cracked and split as I stepped up on it. But by stepping up and looking back towards the convoy I could see the yellow 'powerlines' headed back to shore, first on another 'pole', then into some trees. I could see down into the water and saw what appeared to be a concrete boat ramp extending out into the water from the shoreline. I coud see some of the other drivers wading out into water to check the depth.
It looks to be only shin deep, shallow enough for all of the cars and trucks to drive on and cross the water.
End of dream. I never made it to the other side. None of the convoy vehicles ever touched the water. But this dream with the dozen of Chargers and the one Chariot is captured now.
