We (about a hundred strangers and I) ride the coaster, disembark and take the stairs back down to the exit. I can still feel the surge of the coaster’s big drop in the pit of my stomach as I walk (?) back home. 'Back home' is a mobile home park out in the country which seems to be the same park in another dream that I have from time to time.
Looking out the window of my (or someone else's) mobile home, I see smoke rising just beyond a hill and I remember saying that it must be the old ‘cracker box’ that is on fire and go to investigate.
I next find myself driving a red older pick-up truck on a one-lane road that is mostly up and down hills and through snow and deep water. I am now no longer driving the truck but am leading a large dog through the snow and water, still trying to reach the smoking what-ever-it-is.
All of a sudden, I’m in a car with Erin, Joe and the rest of the family and we are parked at the same roller coaster waiting for it to open. We also have a much younger version of my cousin Susie with us. Susie and I decide to ride the coaster and as soon as the gates open, we are climbing the stairs to get into the ride. Susie sits up front but I sit about eight rows behind her.
As the ride gets moving, Susie decides that ‘up front’ isn’t such a great idea and starts back towards me. There is an empty seat across the aisle. As the coaster starts to climb the hill to get ready for the big drop, Susie lands on her stomach and becomes impaled on a spike in the floor of the coaster. I start screaming at the top of my lungs, “NO, NO, NO, NO!”. Then, I wake up (kicking poor Peaches out of bed in the process) and feel relieved that it was only a dream.
God, I need help (or an interpreter)! But on the other hand, ‘tis the season!
Happy Halloween!
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