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I have always had a very vivid imagination.
Especially when I sleep.
I have a few re occurring dreams/nightmares that may point to some obvious stuff in my personality.
Many nights I am in a convertible with the top down.
I am in the backseat with my top down.
No one is driving. No one else is in the car.
Suddenly, I realize no one is in charge.
I need to get my shirt on and get in the front seat immediately before I crash and die. Or worse– before someone sees me out there on the highway, topless.
l don’t need a book on dreams to say that I while I cherish my practical side- a convertible would be lovely. I don’t need a book on dreams to say although I love my independence I would love love love someone to take over the @$#%%^ driver’s seat over here once in a while. I don’t need a book on dreams to say that I have a weird pull towards ‘exposing’ myself combined with a fear of being exposed.
Which is a little why blogging is both thrilling and a little scary.
