Dreamed about Tina. We had been living together the whole time, but she always stayed in her room so we never saw each other. She’d been in there for years and years. I thought to myself “she probably masturbates a lot.” The computer was in the hallway; I was working on something – I don’t remember what – when she finally came out. She needed a ride somewhere.
We got in my car and drove. We were both in the back seat and I still managed to drive the car, but after a few moments, I was in the driver’s seat though there was a huge gap between me and the steering wheel and pedals. I noticed I wasn’t wearing any shoes so I put them on. I had time: we were in traffic on a bridge that bore ever-so-slightly to the left. She was saying something, but I don’t remember what.
Traffic cleared out and we came down off the bridge. Ahead at the next intersection, we watched as a semi crashed through the intersection and into some cars in a little green area, like a lawn, off to the side between the street and a parking lot. I thought it was a car dealership. There must have been a cave down there under the dirt, because the weight of the semi crushed the cars down into a really deep cavity. I parked right in front of the overturned truck and got out, telling Tina I had to help. I climbed down into the mouth of the cave and was pulling people out as they climbed up the mangled cars and chunks of dirt.
After helping everyone out, I got back in the car and Tina said that someone had stopped her and spoken to her about me – saying she was lucky her boyfriend was so hot. She told me that she had responded “He’s my ex-boyfriend. Yes he’s hot and brave and all, but he’s got a lot of mental problems.” I thought that was funny.
We parked somewhere downtown. I could sense the harbor just out of sight behind the buildings. We crossed the street, but I noticed a car hadn’t seen us in the crosswalk, so I grabbed her hand and pulled her back. The car passed and we continued walking under a broad awning in front of a grocery store. We still held hands, and she started dancing with me. She was smiling and happy and singing. I was so happy I started to tear up.
Then I woke up.
I can push Tina out of my conscious mind all I want, but what am I supposed to do when I still dream about her?