I’m driving down a steep road in San Francisco. The road ahead of me appears to descend precipitously to the edge of the bay. Parking is packed and the road is narrow. I slow to a stop at a stop sign right in front of a dive shop. I’ve got nowhere to go so I look inside. In static stances are mannequins in wet suits and buoyancy control vests. The mannequins are all wearing huge afros atop their fake heads.
Driving forward will only serve to put me in the bay now. I’m at the end of the road. What I need to do is a three point turn, but there are cars on each side of the road and space is very tight. There are so many cars but not a soul to be seen walking around. I look out upon the bay to see several dive flags and bubbles floating to the surface of the darkened water. Throwing it in reverse does not seem an option to me.
Interpretation:
Common anxiety dream brought on by the climax of the electoral primary season.
Action agenda:
Relax. Take up surfing.
Recorded 7:55 am, April 18, 2008