Disoriented

You know what we haven't had in ages? A dream post!

The first one is the vaguer of the two. I was to be attacked and presumably killed in my own house. It was foreordained, almost as if I were playing a part in a film of my life (which is a frequent trope in my dreams). The attacker may have been a live-in domestic servant or a roommate. I couldn't remember whether he was going to use an axe or a gun, but I hoped it was a gun. I went to the door of my bedroom to confront him. I stood on the threshold and the den was pitch black so I couldn't see him even though I knew he was there.

The second was even more disturbing. I woke up in the back seat of a car. An unknown man was driving me through the city, presumably to an appointment, but I couldn't recall what it was and didn't recognise where I was. I got up the courage to ask him, "Excuse me, but when I got in, where did I ask you to take me?" He muttered something indecipherable, so I asked two more times. Each time, he replied as if to himself. "People will do almost anything nowadays," he said.

I was no longer in the city but in some suburb of Chicago studded with large single-family homes under construction. I shifted to side of the backseat behind the passenger seat and told the driver, a grizzled middle-aged man with an unkempt beard, that he was starting to worry me. Soon after that he pulled over and stopped and I leapt out the door. He got out as well and muttered something about just having to take care of cats. I debated pulling my phone out to check where I was and brushed against him as he pushed past, carrying two cats.

I think the reason the second dream bothers me more is that, in my present state, I can almost imagine it happening. I can easily imagine calling a Lyft to take me out to the burbs and dozing off in the backseat only to snap to and wonder for a moment how I got there.