Road Trip

Last night I dreamt about the ride home from training. My training partner tamika was driving me home from the session and I fell asleep on the way home. When I woke up, we were at her work, A kennel for cats and dogs. She took me inside and showed me the cattery and I just remember thinking how badly it smelt! When we got back in the car, I was puzzled as to why she didn't wake me up as we drove past my house to let me off, instead she drove all the way to Samford, and was planning on dropping me home again. As we drove down an unfamiliar dirt road I began to panic, thinking randomly that she was going to kill me! As I expected, she threw me out of the car, down a deep ditch. She then threw a water bottle at me, remarking that I would need it! As she started back to her car, I started screaming at her "REMEMBER MY NAME!! REMEMBER THAT YOU MURDERED ME, LISA!!!!" (I dont know why her name was Lisa now).
Somehow, I flew out of the ditch and launched myself at her windscreen, shattering it and sending glass flying everywhere. Both of us were cut and bleeding really badly, and then we proceeded to laugh and have a giggle about how we would get all of the blood out of the apolstery.
All of a sudden, we were on a road-trip. Some strange lady was driving and Cait and Taylor were in the back seat. It was pitch black and the roads were really long and windy and dimly lit. I asked this lady if she knew where we were going (as we were driving from the Sunshine coast back to Brisbane) and she remarked that she didn't really know. I suggested that we pull over, and I would drive, using my GPS. When we pulled over, we found ourselves in a really old and out of the times country town. When I asked a lady walking her dog where we were, she replied "Cairns". Again I woke up crying, hysterical that we had driven all of this way in my car!

Spinal Victim

On wedensday night I dreamt I was having a party at my place. Triple J's 'The Doctor' was waiting on my driveway for Lilly Allen to pick us up. We were playing with a mangy dog that was hanging around my front garden and were joking about Lilly Allen making 'The Doctor' "scream" in the bedroom (in reference to her song 'Not Fair').
As we left (and I was suddenly driving the car), my friend Holly crashed into my car quite forcefully. The crash threw me from my car to the road. She ran, crying hysterically to my side. I thought she was upset about hitting me and my state, but I think she was crying over her broken finger. Apart from that, she was scratch free. I wasn't sure why I couldn't react to her crying, but came to the realisation that I had broken my spine when the Ambulance arrived and put me on a spinal board. I was completely paralizyed. I couldn't move, speak or react to anything anyone was saying to me, it was so scarily real! The new way for the paramedics to transport a spinal victim to the hospital was via waterslide. Apparantly this minimized the risk of further injuries, so they hooked up a kiddies play tunnel to their tow bar and all of a sudden, I was being transported to hospital on a flume ride at a water park. I was petrified that I couldn't move a finger or control my breathing whilst in this waterslide tunnel. When we arrived at the hospital, I was shot out of the slide into the pool on my board and woke up sobbing.