My dream started off in the 60's era. I was born June 28th, 1990. I have no ties to those years. It started off at my daughters grandmothers home. I walked around the outside in disbelief. Knowing it was a dream but yet, so real. My dream then cut into a scene where i was driving a very old car. But it looked new. I was skinny. Nearly a hundred pounds lighter than i am now. I was in the vehicle, wrapped in a blanket, staring down Neal Street. It felt as if i was driving in slow motion. I began to notice the time and era i was in. It felt just like the sixties. I only knew this based off of a 67 Chevelle i had seen multiple times. The way people were dressed. I drove down Hannah place because it looked nearly the same as it did today, but less crowded with homes. The Sky was a desert orange color. I noticed a two story building which looked like it was an emerald color. The building had a carport on one side and a large pool in the front. There were women every where swimming. I stopped the vehicle in the lot and walked into the building. I could feel everyone's eyes on me. I looked as if i was homeless. Only wearing orange or red under garments. I was stopped by a young female, maybe in her late teens. She asked what i was doing there. I told her that i was just looking at everything. She knew that i wasn't from around the area. She asked where i came from. I looked at her as if she was dumb and said," i'm from here......Socorro.". She looked at me and said, "this isn't Socorro honey". I froze. A man with very curly hair walked into the room, along with more females. He was wearing an off white/tan shirt. He asked the female who i met first, "is this him?". She stated "yes". He asked how i got there. I told him that i was driving and decided to check this street out. He told the females to take care of me. She they stripped me naked and proceeded to wash me off in a huge tin. After i was bathed. They kept asking me where i lived. I began to get frustrated with them. I told them the same thing every time. "Socorro, i'm from here!!". They told me the name of the city that was in. It was a name that even i myself couldn't understand. I had no idea how to process the language that came off their tongue. They asked if i was a time traveler. At first i was afraid to say yes. But when i did. My dream changed again. But i was still in the same car. Driving. Down a snowy forest road. There was a man next to me. Crying. He asked why i was the way i was. I remember getting really angry with him and running over a person with my vehicle. We wrecked the vehicle on an upward slope. I remember getting out of the vehicle and yelling this man, who was crying like a woman. I walked around the wrecked vehicle and up to the passenger door and opened it. The man was still sobbing asking what i was doing. I began to urinate by his open door. He began sobbing hard and asked, "Why are you peeing right here??". I told him to shut up. I then began to urinate on his leg. He looked as if i had tortured him for days. and then....i woke up. It's still kind of hard to process what this all means. It was like all my other dreams, So vivid. Filled with detail. All of my dreams are weird and random. I don't know why i'm having dreams like this.
