GAH!! Analyze this!!

Okay, just had this F'd up dream/nightmare! I need someone to tell me what the heck this means. It goes like this...

I jumped in my truck to make a run to the liquor store. My truck was muddy from the last snowstorm, and I hadn't washed it yet because it was still muddy out. I came out of the liquor store and my truck wasn't parked where I parked it. I went over to the wash bays and thought I saw it up on a wash rack. The guy washing it was a Belarusian guy, Leon, who works for me in real life as a CAD operator, but upon closer inspection I realized it wasn't my truck. It was a Chevy, and my truck is a Ram. "Leon...WTF happened to my truck???? Where is it???" He says he went to wash it, to do me a favor (which is exactly something this guy would do), but then Dale Earnhart Jr. came and needed to use it for something. I'm pissed!

We walk all over this complex (which apparently owned by Dale Earnhart Jr.). I go in one of the maintenance bays and see my truck (or what I think is my truck). The hood is up, and the diesel engine has been removed! WHAT THE actual FARK??? Then, after a little closer inspection, I realize this isn't my truck either. It's close, but not the same. So, my truck is just AWOL. Stolen by Dale Earnhart Jr. I blow a freaking gasket. Then, I run into Junior's wife (who's pretty hot, BTW), and she tells me he's just like this sometimes when he's on a bender and see's a really nice truck. WHAT?

(I just know IF I ever see my truck again, it's gonna' be all dented up...which makes me furious!) Then I have some choice words for Junior's wife, telling her I'm gonna sue the pants off everyone involved.

I'm so hoppin' mad I could jump right outta' my skin! No...I'm on the WAR-PATH! NOBODY drives my truck! I worked for 30 years to buy that truck, and nobody (but maybe my wife) drives that truck, and even then it's got to be an emergency. Anyway, I call up my wife and have her come pick me up, and we go out in search of my truck. By this point I"m so freaking mad I'm about ready to have an aneurysm!

I wake up, fists clenched, teeth clenched and cussin up a storm! Wife jumps up and asks me what's wrong. So I tell her Leon let Earnhart Jr. have the keys to my truck and the bastage stole it. Then I jumped up out of bed and made a bee-line to the garage to see if my truck was there (because this dream was so real). THANK GAWD...my truck was happily parked in the garage, dirt and all.

Points of note about this dream...

1. I've never hung out with Leon
2. I don't even like Dale Earnhart Jr. (like at all)!
3. I rarely ever watch NASCAR
4. I have NO F'ing idea what that dream was about
5. LOLOL! WTF????

Help!

Quite the Farken dream you had. I have no clue how to analyze that, most of the time I can't make sense of my own dreams

So basically I am just responding because I am bored.

a reply to: Flyingclaydisk

Seems security oriented to me. Your prize possession disappearing might suggest a little wory about the state of the uncertain economy and where it might be headed? Not finding your truck may suggest how you might be more worried than you realize and not being able to find your truck might be because there are no answers, just 'best guesses' by the 'experts'.

Or, I could just be all wet. Like Ricky, I'm bored too.

a reply to: rickymouse

It's okay. I appreciate the response, any response.

Honestly, I'm still mad! My truck is fine, and I'm still pissed off! LOL! Seriously! LOL!

My dear wife was trying to calm me down, and she said every muscle in my body was like at 140% when I got up, growling and cussing. Even the dogs beat it for cover. She said the dishes in the china hutch were vibrating as I stomped across the house for the garage. Pure fury. I was honestly MAD, and when I get mad like that sh!t gets broken. It's very rare when I get mad, especially like that.

In retrospect, it probably looked pretty funny. This 6'-4" 265 lb. oak tree with size 15EEE feet marching across the house in a full-on rage headed for the garage. Practically ripped the garage door off the hinges, and then..."Oh! Uhhh...Okay!"

I never get mad like that

a reply to: nugget1

I guess it's possible.

I mean, if someone would have stolen one of my prize bulls, I'd be mad, but don't EVEN mess with my truck!! LOL!

As a matter of fact, one morning I got up and one of our bulls really was missing. Jack, the big guy. I went nuts. I figured it was something stupid, but I couldn't find any holes in the fences. So I set off on a recon mission to find him. A 2,400 lb. adult bull doesn't just up and vanish. Long story short, I finally found him about 4-5 miles away. Apparently, some 2 year old heifers must have come up near the fence in the night, and they were all in season. Well, that was too much for Jack to take. So, somehow, he managed to stretch out the fence wire and step through. Ranch boss of the other place was none too happy about Jack being out with his 2 year olds. (Jack, for his part, was in HEAVEN with (40) 2 year old heifers!)

Anyway, I spent all day trying to get Jack back on our place. Later that evening, my bride asked me if I was going to go pick up the stock trailer. (???) What? What stock trailer? She then said..."the stock trailer your tore out of here with this morning! You said you had a flat, and dragged it for a couple miles before abandoning it, and then you disappeared for like 9 hours." (thinking). Oh yeah, THAT stock trailer! Then I had to drive way out into the middle of this other guy's ranch in the middle of the night and retrieve my stock trailer...after replacing the shredded tire on the trailer.

I can get pretty focused on an objective sometimes, and I guess I just leave wreckage in my path until I accomplish my objective. This was an example, but it wasn't a dream.

a reply to: Flyingclaydisk

It just seems like one of those cool random dreams that sometimes happen. Well, I suppose this was anything but a cool dream.

If I were to heed any warning from this, is that you may soon be subject to a deception of some kind. Could be paperwork related, like contracts recently or about to be signed may not be on the up and up?? I really don't know what is going on in your life, but if you did have any contracts signed recently may just recheck them to be safe there is no deceptive red flags in there you missed the first time. Sometimes God has a funny way of sending warnings. The Creator is the creator of humor and vigilance. Maybe some people got to have them both in one dose to pay attention?

a reply to: worldstarcountry

Gawd told me once I skeered him/her/it.

Lot's of people have told me that actually. When sh!t goes haywire and crazy, they say I get crazy-calm and everyone says..."just do exactly what he says, don't argue or mess with him...it'll all work out. And whatever you do, do NOT get in his way!!" I've heard people say things like 'natural born leader', and I don't know what that means exactly, but in moments of crisis I lose all sense of self and I'm only worried about everyone else. My mind gets so focused on a specific thing that no distractions affect me; I don't even notice them.

But, I'll look into it. In all actuality, life right now is better than it ever has been on the financial front. I'd like to get 10+ years of physical ability back, but financially things are pretty dang good. I do get twinges of paranoia sometimes wishing I could insulate some of that financial security from risk, but something simple like my truck wouldn't weigh heavily into that (I don't think anyway). I dunno, maybe it's just symbolic...the truck and all.

a reply to: Flyingclaydisk

Oooooo! Ooooo! I know this one!

*cue Freudian psychoanalysis*

It's a standard run of the mill castration dream.

The truck is your sex organ. Leon stole your Johnson and gave it to Dale, who emasculated you by removing your sex drive (engine), rendering you impotent.

Oneupmanship hitting a guy where it hurts most. His truck and his wangdoodle.

I am not making fun of you, but you might have some unconscious distrust of something about Leon's job performance, and subconsciously you feel Dale is somehow a rival and sexual competitor in some form or fashion.

I'd recommend washing your truck, and having a nice romantic evening out with your wife to get back at those sonsabitches.

I couldn't begin to tell you what your dream might mean.

I do know this though, dreams like that are great to finally wake up from

a reply to: Flyingclaydisk

It's obvious what the dream means.

It means that you are going to speak in front of a large crowd, and you will suddenly realize when the lights come up that you are naked from the waist down.



But more seriously, I think dreaming is more like your brain purging and resetting its chemistry (the flush of neurotransmitters into the lymphatic system only happens at night).

In the process, we have these fairly raw and strong emotions, for no real reason, and the process of dreaming is trying to invent a speculative narrative around why you might be feeling that way. A cerebral play-act that allows us to react without undue time spent on examining the situation. A preparatory scenario that will give us survival skills in situations that would otherwise be new to us.

If you think about the dream, were there inconsistencies that required you to go back and re-play things, framed slightly differently? Like the trucks not being your actual truck, and the culprits changing as you explored the rationality of placing the blame?

a reply to: Flyingclaydisk

Great dream review, FCD.

My analysis of 'DUDE, WHERE'S MY TRUCK?'...(a serious and sincere one):

This is your subconscious picking up on your aging as a male.

1.) A man's vehicle generally reflects his sense of male potency and masculinity.

2.) A young, male racing legend, who regularly gets top 'performance' from his 'vehicle' has, by contrast/comparison, taken away your sense of masculinity.

3.) TWO women come to your aid.

a. Hot wife of D.E. Jr. tells you WHY you lost your 'Truck' by saying that the guy she sleeps with took your 'Truck'.
b. Your loving wife comes to help when you've fallen short in locating your 'Truck' on your own.

4.) Story ends with you worried that if you ever get your 'Truck' back...it won't ever be as it was: "I just know IF I ever see my truck again, it's gonna' be all dented up...which makes me furious!"

Welcome to middle age and beyond, mister.

a reply to: Flyingclaydisk

I think you and your subconscious miss NASCAR before all the heavy-handed rules came down, especially those intent on controlling the drivers and owners. Also, DJ et al recently renounced/protested against changes in NASCAR coverage, so there's your Dale Earnhardt connection.

Solution: Keep supporting NASCAR, but look for avenues of speaking out against NASCAR controlling everyone and keeping all the money. Bastards.

ETA: NONE of us, even those most educated in Psychology could tell you what your own symbology means. I don't believe there is a universal symbology that spans all people of all ages. Freud (and others) thought dreams were very important. I do also. Sometimes the subconscious seems like an entity different from "us", the waking consciousness. I have had dreams that had nobody in it that I knew, and made no sense, and I wondered why my subconscious couldn't just tell me straight up. The brain is such an amazingly complex organ. So, you see, what I just did was tell you what MY symbology indicated. Yours may mean that you hate having a dirty truck, or something incredibly more complex.

No idea what it means, if anything.

I dream in colour and can sometimes wake up and go back into my dream and take control, like lucid dreaming.

I often fly, I just lift up my feet and float along, I can't get far off the ground and it seems to take a lot of effort.

One scary dream - I was being chased by a huge and evil ginger chicken, it knocked me on my back and jumped on my chest and was going to kill me.

I woke up because my then ginger cat Jones (a prize awaits if anyone can guess why I called him Jones!) had jumped on my chest and was licking my face.

a reply to: Flyingclaydisk

If you play a Country and Western record backwards, you get your dog back, your wife back and your truck back.

I'll get my coat....

a reply to: Flyingclaydisk

I get the lost car theme recurring in my dreams very frequently.

Who knows WTH it means, all dreams are about being possessed by angels or devils IMO.

I’ve always interpreted my car as my body or my career.

What color is your truck?

Gee, lots of good thoughts and ideas!

I guess if it warms up today, I probably really should wash the truck, it's a mess from all the mud.

...still on the fence about goin' over to Earhart's and takin' him out behind the woodshed!

a reply to: ByeByeAmericanPie

What color is your truck?

Heh, funny you should ask. It's white.

So is my car, white. And our other truck, white. And my wife's car, white. And our other car, white. Every single vehicle we own is white! Well, except for "Ol' Red" out back (an old '91 F150), but she's retired.

a reply to: Flyingclaydisk

I sometimes interpret angels as red and devils as white.

I had a dream a few days ago about my first car as a teenager, a red 1997 Nissan Sentra.

I was taking my boss’ kids out to watch a movie with that old car.

I got worried I was blowing off work, so I went to find the Sentra, to drive it to work, but I couldn’t find it.

a reply to: argentus

Yeah, NASCAR are some manipulative bastages for sure!

My solution for fixing NASCAR is simple...get rid of the restrictor plates! That, and let 'em run whatever they want. If you wanna' show up with an F-1 car, hey, go right on ahead with your bad self...if you think you can survive! You wanna' run a Top Fuel funny car? Bring it! If it'll run 200-250 laps, you can bring whatcha' got!

Me? I'd prolly bring a CAT 990 loader, and run it in reverse. Probably have to stop every couple laps to empty the giant bucket full of compacted wreckage, but I could just dump all that over the pit wall on the way by. Rain, lightning, fire, earthquakes...the apocalypse...it don't matter!

originally posted by: Flyingclaydisk
a reply to: rickymouse

It's okay. I appreciate the response, any response.

Honestly, I'm still mad! My truck is fine, and I'm still pissed off! LOL! Seriously! LOL!

My dear wife was trying to calm me down, and she said every muscle in my body was like at 140% when I got up, growling and cussing. Even the dogs beat it for cover. She said the dishes in the china hutch were vibrating as I stomped across the house for the garage. Pure fury. I was honestly MAD, and when I get mad like that sh!t gets broken. It's very rare when I get mad, especially like that.

In retrospect, it probably looked pretty funny. This 6'-4" 265 lb. oak tree with size 15EEE feet marching across the house in a full-on rage headed for the garage. Practically ripped the garage door off the hinges, and then..."Oh! Uhhh...Okay!"

I never get mad like that

You got me beat with the feet. I only have 14-1/2 EEEE shoes, but my insulated work boots have to be 15EEEE