A Slice Of Dream

     Sometimes when I dream, the person in the dream is not me, but since I think and feel as if I am that entity, I'll use the pronoun "I." 

   I had driven my car into a large rectangular lot; there were cars in random areas, though it was not a parking lot per se.  It seems my intent was to enter the building there, probably a medical office, but I was distracted by a man walking around the lot. He was dressed in clothing of two colors, subdued shades of magenta and blue, I think. He was known as Bopper and liked to talk to people in that area. I had gotten out of my car, and talked with him for a while, until suddenly I felt threatened and wanted to get away from him. I told him I needed to get something from my car, fully intending to drive away. I reached my car, and tried to start it, but I couldn't because his hand was on top of the driver's side door. The key wouldn't turn in the ignition.   I tried slamming the door shut, thinking he would move his hand, or maybe lose it. I didn't care. I slammed the door three times, but his hand stayed there. I opened the window on the passenger side and called for help. 

    A woman with curly blonde hair came over to where I was. She looked like a medical worker in one of the offices I had recently visited. She asked what was  wrong, and I told her. I was trying to get away from that man over there. She laughed and said "Oh, that's Mopper. He's harmless, just likes to hang out here and talk."   I said, "No, his name is Bopper and he has done some bad things. I need to get away from here." She hadn't known that, and seemed inclined to believe me, but things got worse.

 The second part of the dream was even more eerie and disturbing, but in the way of dreams, all memory of it has vanished from my mind. When I woke up from the dream, I had that  feeling of terror that accompanies bad dreams. 

   I suppose the dream, nightmare that it was, reflects to some degree the events of my life at present:  watching too many Seinfeld reruns (though not recently "The Bopper" episode);  reading the psycho-drama posts  a local woman airs in detail; driving to too many medical facilities. Or maybe it could be the drugs...