You know it’s a weird-ass dream when it includes:
the Civil War
a visit home to Alabama with people who have been dead for years—but in current times, in a house that was sold out of the family more than a decade ago
an LJ “figure” who you’ve never met, and have never even read!
Cinderella in 5″ stilettos (clear glass, of course)
some sort of royalty/palace that seemed to combine elements of the British empire, the Manticoran monarchy (from David Weber’s Honor Harrington series), Sam’s Crown & Rose D&D campaign, and some utterly unidentifiable elements
conflation of Joe Brown with Willie Nelson, apparently heir to the throne in the above monarchy
said palace being located where a little convenience store (formerly with a gas station, long closed) was located a few lots away from your maternal grandmother’s home
a massive party including a “big top” sort of feel with all of the above
wearing clothing that definitely is NOT street legal to said party, with no sense of discomfort
Some kind of big-picture view of attempts to put out the fires (presumably of the Civil War, à la Sherman) across a skyline that has never had anything to do with Gadsden, Alabama, or even Atlanta, Georgia, that segues into cities across the world
your first car (a 1967 Cougar totalled in 1985)
ToD, the Truck of Doom that belongs to curiousmay9
a motorcycle you’ve never encountered (I haven’t ever driven one, and haven’t been on one as a passenger since I was 7)
No, I don’t usually dream about vehicles. Or wars. I think there was even a Bilbo Baggins-type figure in there somewhere.