Dream Journal
I was driving my mom’s GMC Yukon in her yard. Trying to get into the perfect position to complete my plan, I was driving forward and back, forward and back in front of the lawn. Each time I went forward and braked, a doll that looked just like my grandmother flew off of the car and onto the lawn.
Each time I would pick the doll up and push buttons into the eyes, nose, and mouth then place her back onto the roof. I wondered how many times the doll would have to fly before Mom or Dad came running out to see if Grandma was okay; they never did.
I was in a big hurry and finally got the car into place.