Woke up this morning, and man, that dream was a doozy. A proper car wreck, metal screeching, the whole nine yards. Left me feeling a bit shaky, you know?
My first thought wasn’t to grab my phone and google “dream meanings.” Honestly, most of that stuff is just generic fluff. I find it rarely hits the nail on the head. I just got up, made some coffee, tried to shake it off. My wife even asked if I was okay, said I looked a bit pale.
But it kinda stuck with me, like a piece of grit in your eye. Couldn’t quite get it out of my head all morning. And then, later in the day, while I was out puttering around in the garden, trying to get some weeding done, it clicked. It wasn’t really about a car. Not for me, anyway.
It reminded me of this one time, years ago. I had this little side gig I was pouring my heart and soul into. I was trying to build custom birdhouses, the fancy kind. Thought I was onto something unique, you know? Put a fair bit of my savings into it too – bought some specialized tools, quality wood, the whole setup in my garage.
- Spent every evening and weekend in there, sawdust everywhere.
- My kids thought it was cool for a bit, then they just complained about the noise.
- Felt like I was really crafting something, something tangible.
Then, bam! The local council changed some regulation about home businesses in our area. Something about noise and material storage, stupid stuff really. Suddenly, I couldn’t legally operate it from my garage anymore, not at the scale I was aiming for. I looked into renting a small workshop space, but the costs were just way too high for what I was making at the time. It was a real gut punch.
I had all these half-finished birdhouses, stacks of expensive wood, and tools I’d barely used. Had to sell most of it off cheap, just to clear the space and recoup something. Lost a good chunk of money, but worse than that, it felt like my own little dream had just… crashed and burned before it even got off the ground. A total wreck, metaphorically speaking. Felt completely out of control, watching this thing I was passionate about just fall apart because of some bureaucratic nonsense. Man, that was a rough period. Felt like I’d been blindsided, you know?
So, yeah, that dream this morning? It wasn’t about me needing to check my brakes or anything. It was that feeling. That sudden, jarring, “everything’s gone sideways and there’s nothing I can do” feeling. My brain just decided to serve it up as a car wreck scene, I guess. Our minds are weird like that, huh?
What I did about it today
Well, after I made that connection, I actually felt a bit better. Didn’t do much, to be honest, other than just acknowledge the feeling. Remembered that I got through that birdhouse mess back then. That “wreck”? I survived it. Picked myself up, learned a few things (mostly about local council rules!), and moved on to other things. Life has a funny way of throwing these things at you, these metaphorical pile-ups.
So, if you have one of those dreams that shakes you up, maybe don’t just rush to a dream dictionary. Sometimes, it’s just your brain processing old stuff, or current stresses, in its own symbolic language. Just gotta sit with it for a bit, mull it over, see if it connects to anything real in your life, past or present. Often, it’s more about a feeling than the actual images you see.
