I've skipped posting for a few days while having it in mind to discuss my recurring dreams about my car. I've recently had a series with the related theme of problems involving my Porsche Macan.
I posted earlier about driving it off a precipice while heading toward an ominous Donald Trump building. In another dream, Mary Lou and I found we had taken a wrong turn in a rural area and ended up on a dirt road. We turned back and drove through a wealthy subdivision where I noticed a new house with 20th century modernistic architecture. Further down, we saw some cattle grazing in a field to the left and then some massive antelopes with huge curled horns. Two young men on horses rode up and one of them fired several rifle shots straight up into the air. This did not seem directed at us but it was disconcerting. It wasn't clear why he was firing the rifle except perhaps it was a warning to someone.
In another one, I was visiting Athens High School (now Clarke Central in real life) as a former student. I was just walking around, apparently having shown up unannounced. I recall seeing two girls wearing huge hair bows walking down the hall toward me. This could have been a scene from my senior year in 1969-70. People didn't seem to notice me but I felt somewhat uncomfortable and decided to leave. It seems I had dropped my keys on the ground outside before entering the building. I saw them and picked them up, only to discover the Porsche key was missing from the key ring. Someone had used it to drive off in my car!
In another dream, I got in my car to leave someone's house that was midway up a hill. The car started but would only move in reverse, not in forward drive. I don't remember much else except in what may have been the same dream, I got to the top of a hill and parked my car outside a little park where Laura M was with some other women staffing a charity sale of some kind. Laura looked sharp in a white dress with a black floral pattern.
In a subsequent dream, I was at a little gas station store in a small southern town perhaps in Georgia. I was putting quarter in a soda machine to get cans of Mountain Dew which I intended to take home and use for mixed drinks. Another guy was with me watching as I got the machine to work. When I went outside, my car was missing. I had left the keys in it and someone stole it. Another car was available from a repair shop next door but it too disappeared. I suspected a white redneck-looking guy who had been standing outside the gas station. Two local women began to tell me what had happened. The first one, who was in her late 20s, admitted that the man at the door did it. I wanted her to report this to the sheriff but she was clearly afraid of retaliation. It seems there was a gang of young white men behind the theft. A second woman, older with dark hair, said that this individual had hidden my car at his grandmother's house. The their approached me and offered to ransom my car back for $2000. I agreed but he then raised it to $3000. Indignantly, I told him $2200 was as high as I would go. I began to think I should contact the sheriff's office to recover the car.
So, what's with all these car dreams? They seem to reflect anxiety, fear, confusion and vulnerability. My intuitive sense is they have to do with the long period of uncertainty I've experienced since retiring from practice in July 2019. One thought is I seem to be looking backwards at my past and not moving forward. I have a remarkable degree of freedom and wealth but I'm hindered by apprehension about the effects of aging. I have personally meaningful tasks to pursue but I struggle with a kind of fatalism and questions of whether it matters what I do, It certainly matters to me and I'd like to build some momentum on music and putting my family archives in order. I will say I've gotten some things accomplished, notably getting out 2020 income tax data assembled and making appointments for maintainance on my Porsche, my retina and seeing Harold Brandt (who is retiring this summer). I will need to decide on a new primary care physician but I'm not too concerned about finding one. Incidentally, my Porsche will be paid off this Fall after four years that have gone by quickly. Carpe diem.