I Had A Dream
When I was in my teens, due to feelings of isolation and alienation, I "invented" my own imaginary country to which I felt a great deal of patriotism and belonging. On one very rare occasion, I was fortunate to visit this country in my dreams.
In my dream, it was around 1975. It was summertime, and although the climate was temperate (similar to Northern Europe), it appeared that the weather had been hot and dry for some time. It was around mid afternoon, and I was travelling in a dark blue estate car - I couldn't identify the make or model, but it looked like a "big" Ford from the 1960's, similar to a Ford Falcon or a Zephyr MK.III. It was travelling along what appeared to be a dusty country road through some rolling hills, and the car passed a truck pulling a flatbed trailer. The lorry was a conventional (bonneted) type and looked like a Kenworth or a Peterbilt, only with more "European" styling. As the car overtook the truck, the truck was kicking up a lot of dust from the road, no doubt because of the prolonged dry conditions.
That is all I can recall of my dream.
In my dream, it was around 1975. It was summertime, and although the climate was temperate (similar to Northern Europe), it appeared that the weather had been hot and dry for some time. It was around mid afternoon, and I was travelling in a dark blue estate car - I couldn't identify the make or model, but it looked like a "big" Ford from the 1960's, similar to a Ford Falcon or a Zephyr MK.III. It was travelling along what appeared to be a dusty country road through some rolling hills, and the car passed a truck pulling a flatbed trailer. The lorry was a conventional (bonneted) type and looked like a Kenworth or a Peterbilt, only with more "European" styling. As the car overtook the truck, the truck was kicking up a lot of dust from the road, no doubt because of the prolonged dry conditions.
That is all I can recall of my dream.
