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Dreams 03/11/04This dream made absolutely no sense to me. It was night, and I was outside with a man (I don’t know who he was, but in my dream it was someone I trusted and was supposed to be with; it was someone personality-wise that was more like Eugene, but it wasn’t him). So anyway, there was snow on the ground (like a little dirty sold snow, not a fresh snowfall), and I didn’t have a coat on. The Eugene-like guy I was with was inside of a truck that was on the bed of another truck (the back of the big truck was backed up to a three foot ledge, so you could drive the smaller truck on the truck bed off of the big truck). He was yelling at me to get in, that this was the only way we could do what we had to do. I don’t know what we had to do (I don’t remember form the dream), and I got the impression we could drive this truck back onto the other truck when we were done, so I went to get in. I remember that as I was getting in this guy I was with moved some stuff in the truck for me and that inadvertently got some snow on to me, and that got my (quietly) mad because I had no coat on. There were even chains on the tires of this truck (apparently to keep this truck ON the other truck)but he just drove backwards and broke the chains as we drive off the bed of the bottom truck. Then we just drive off the three foot ledge like it was a curb or something, and we started driving down the road. I don’t know where we were going, but our mission had started. And then I woke up.
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