> The dream started with me in my mom and dad's 1983 Pontiac Bonaville. For those of you who don't know, this is a boat of a car. It was parked on the street in front of their house, only it wasn't their street. I was at the wheel. The car started coasting backwards, and I tried to stop it. The brakes didn't work.

One of my reoccuring nightmares involved/involves my mom & dad's old Cadillac. I'd be in the driver's seat, going backwards down a ramp, not able to stop... and pretty soon I'd pick up speed, and the dream would go somewhere along the lines of your own dream. I've had this dream since I was six - the original "ramp" was near my uncle's appt. in Dallas, TX (he's moved since), and we don't even have that car anymore.

Now that I know I'm not the only one, I'm interested in what the big-car-going-backwards-unable-to-stop thing is all about. :)

Ni"2am -- perfect time to discuss nightmares." tharn