Thursday, June 26, 2025: 6:42 AM: Sneaking up behind a young woman’s white Ford Escort and pushing it out of the back parking lot of Newtonian Gardens while she was in it, was interesting. It happened around 1300 hours on a clear sunny day. She had been sitting behind the wheel of her car just letting it roll when I did that, her not even paying attention to where her car was rolling, more interested in what was on her phone than anything else.
I pushed her car around the complex, out to the West End Avenue exit, and back into the complex using the entrance. She had difficulty moving the car quickly and used the shoulder of the road due to the heavy traffic on West End Avenue. At my instruction, she briefly moved into the lane to avoid hitting the curb when pulling into the complex entrance.
When I pushed the car, I was using the back bumper. Imagine that. “A real bumper on a car!” You know the type. “The kind from the 1980s made of metal!”
It wasn’t hard for me to move the car at all. It felt like I was pushing one of those electric scooters at Walmart.
In the vision, I felt playful. I was having fun at the expense of her lack of attentiveness behind the wheel of her car, whoever she was. I had the strange sense that she was in her mid-twenties. I had only a quick flash of the back of her head through the rear window of the car, her hair being long and brown.
It should probably be noted here that this was the last dream of the evening. I remember this one most clearly though, the warmth of the sun, the feel of the clean vehicle, etc. I woke from this dream at around 5:07 AM.
Emotions and Mood:
- Playfulness: I was feeling playful while pushing the car, enjoying the unusual situation and the inattentiveness of the young woman, waking up feeling a bit amused about the dream as well.
- Amusement: There is a tone of playful teasing or devilish prankishness.
- Warmth: Sensory details like the warmth of the sun and the feel of the clean vehicle contribute to a pleasant, comfortable mood.
- Curiosity: I awoke from this dream with only a sense of intrigue about the identity of the young woman, me only getting a quick impression of her.
- Lightheartedness: Overall, the scene carries a bright, carefree energy, free from anxiety or conflict.
Key Symbols & Characters:
- White Ford Escort: The car being pushed around the parking lot and on the road.
- Me: The person pushing the car and giving instructions.
- Young woman with long brown hair: Sitting behind the wheel, inattentive and absorbed in her phone.
- Newtonian Gardens: The parking lot and complex where the action takes place.
- West End Avenue: The road the car briefly enters due to traffic.
- Metal bumper: Noted as being from the 1980s, used to push the car.
- Phone: The object occupying the young woman’s attention in the car.
- 1300 Hours: This is usually a precognitive symbol indicating the strong possibility of thunderstorms moving through my area again within the next 96 hours.
Interpretation: This dream, the capstone of a series where I’ve consistently felt like an observer at the edge of things, had a distinct energy—one that felt almost liberating in its lightness. Throughout the earlier dreams of the night, that outsider status has gnawed at me a bit, a sense of being peripheral, sometimes bordering on invisible. It was as if I was furniture—necessary, present, but ultimately ignored, unseen by the people moving through my world unless they wanted something from me.
But then I landed in this scene with the white Ford Escort and the young woman lost in her phone, and something shifted. Instead of letting that feeling of invisibility sink deeper, I realized I could use it, almost as a kind of superpower. If no one’s watching, if their attention is absorbed elsewhere, maybe that opens a door for a different kind of engagement. Rather than dwelling on the sadness of being overlooked, I could play with the situation—literally and metaphorically. Pushing that car, giving instructions, I got to interact with the world on my own unconventional terms, unburdened by the expectation of being seen or understood.
In the symbolism of the dream, the Ford Escort is clunky and a bit out of place, just like I sometimes feel. The young woman, so absorbed in her phone that she barely registers the world around her, is almost a caricature of disengagement. Yet, I’m not frustrated with her or the situation; I’m having fun, finding a certain joy in being the one who notices, the one who moves things along behind the scenes.
It feels like this dream marks a turning point—a gentle nudge towards reframing what it means to be peripheral. If being ignored is inevitable, why not let it free me to act without self-consciousness? Maybe there’s a hidden creativity, a lighthearted self-sufficiency, in embracing that outsider status. In a way, that’s more satisfying than constantly striving to be seen. Instead, I get to direct situations in real time or psychically and maybe—just maybe—enjoy the anonymity for all it’s worth, “Taking advantage of the situation for my own benefit.”