Walking on the sidewalk along a parking lot of The Avenue at White Marsh, i noticed in the dark cloudy grey evening that a guy dressed in a
charcoal grey duster jacket with dark hair and eyes up ahead. He was carrying a 8.5x14 piece of white paper and walking towards me from the direction i was headed. Just before we passed each other, a realization hit me and i said:
"shit"
"i just have a piece of paper!"
"oh, no. not you, i just remembered that i parked on the complete opposite side. this side just looks so simular."
"oh!"
So he started walking and talking with me to my car, talking of funny things in exaggerated voices, of things like "chocolate chip spaghetti." He then started talking how i should drive to his house:
"you go to the Mec, then go to the Y..."
"i know where that is." nodding my head, even if i didn't. i at least have been to a ymca before, so i could at least picture the building.
"well, then you turn and go down a few streets and i live there."
When we got to my car, it became awkward. i was afraid he wanted to come with me, so i just sat in the driver's seat with the door open and talked to him like that. I was praying for a distraction to leave when my car went off like an almost expired phone card:
"2 minutes remaining"
"oh, that means i've got to go!"
Whether he believed it truly or not, it didn't matter. it broke the conversation that i had to leave, so i shut the door and drove off. i made what i called a "left donut" (a right turn around a pole), but my
wheels came off the ground a litle so i stopped the car. It just had felt as if the turning radius on the right turns weren't as good as usual. His eyes were wide though, as he ran up to my car. i rolled down my window.
"hmmm... i know my right donuts (left turns) are better but... do you think i should have my car checked?"
"yes, definitely." eyes still wide, nodding his head.
I pondered on that a little, considered offering him a lift again, but instead smiled and drove off.
ANALYSIS:
White marsh mall, especially the avenue with its stadium seating movie theatre, is a popular place to go if you have nothing better to do. The parking lot is familar to me, and for the most part it was true to RL.
the guy was cute, but didn't look like anyone i know. But its been brought to my attention that maybe, just maybe, he was like a RL version of
a guy from an online comic strip i sometimes read online, www.avalonhigh.com. Hmm.... my friends are right, i am addicted to online comics. I
wonder if there's a support group for that...
Anyway, the Mec is short for Mecca, somehow meaning Baltimore. I have no clue how i came up with that but both of us understood it perfectly
in the dream. and he never did name those streets, just oh its a few streets away. He can go into great detail about strange foods and conversational topics, but not the street he lived on!
When i was afraid he wanted a ride, i could actually feel the emotions tulmult in me. It was fun talking to him, but its hard for me to end conversations and not feel awkward, so it seems even in dreams.
I got to feeling so bad that the "2 minutes remaining" was a desparate and unlinear escape tactic. My mind realized i wanted out of that
situation, so it made up a bad excuse for me to leave. it usually happens that way, and sadly just as improbable.
Now my driving is fine, i am in control, but people unaccustomed to it can find it a little...moving...as in turns flinging them into the doors and other passengers, but i've never popped a wheelie, even to the side.
Once i was able to bring my car to college after thanksgiving, i did drive some friends around, and i did do donuts around lightpoles, and they were nervous when they needn't be, but i do not hold that against them. i was in control, i didn't go as fast as i could, and i didn't wreck my car.
I think that's why i smiled at him, my driving is fun!
