Mom & Me Journals Histories: 1999 - 2001

    I had a miscellaneous dream about a week ago. A car in which my mother and I were being driven (by Nicolas Cage; I have no idea why he appeared in the dream; I haven't seen a movie with him in it for a long time; oh, but there were the previews, a few months ago, of Captain Corelli's Mandolin on TV; that must be the source) down an unidentified mountain pass went over a cliff and fell through a steep, deep ravine. The car turned upside down in flight. Both my mother (who was in the back, I was in the front passenger's seat) and I lost our bearings and were falling standing upside down. Nicolas Cage was strapped into his seat. It was not disturbing. I said, "Well, it looks like we're not going to get out of this one." The car crashed at the bottom. All of us not only survived the crash but landed on the ground next to the crash site standing (right side up) unharmed. The ravine, by the way, was one of those refreshingly wooded and watered ravines that "comes up" out of nowhere; the kind that makes you wish you were a bear and lived there. I was contemplating in my sleep how amazing this was when the telephone rang and awoke me. Although I wish the dream hadn't been interrupted I'm glad I remembered it. I use the memory of the dream crash, now, as a protective fetish.