Dreams – 2/11

2/11/25: I was an FBI agent and there was a soldier who needed Witness Protection. I told him he’d have it when he testified. Then I was behind my SUV listening to the radio when it said a raid had occurred on my partner’s apartment but he had not been home and I realized he was part of the scheme to assassinate the soldier–who seemed like a cross of MacGyver and Snake Plissken.

2/11/23: I created a sci-fi RPG supplement that automatically was usable with every sci-fi game on the market. I made it look like the booklets for Space Opera. [the supplement idea isn’t a bad idea…]

2/11/22: I was driving an electric blue Chevrolet–an old one. There were two problems. I was on the interstate and I knew I was going really fast but I wasn’t tall enough to see over the dashboard/through the steering wheel so I just kept driving towards the sun and listening for rumble strips to make sure I wouldn’t crash. The other problem was they sold me the car as ‘low mileage’ but i saw that the odometer said 2,4xx,xxx,xxx miles (I don’t know what the last eight digits were) and I knew I’d been ripped off.

2/11/21: I was driving my 65 Mustang in a city somewhere. I was in a parking lot and needed to get back on the road. I had to do some weird turning to get to the road, then wait for traffic to clear. I turned left. Then on my right was a Hardee’s or Arby’s up an embankment with a slope.

From the main road I was heading towards, I saw a van. Suddenly it moved into my lane heading my way, then got its wheels on to the slope and flipped. In the dream I looked down and moved my car from “D” to “R” (the stick was on the floor) and began backing up, hoping no one was behind me. I didn’t have to move though because the van stopped skidding a safe distance in front of me, ending with its roof facing me/laying on the passenger side.