I’m in a large vehicle. I’m approaching Wattle Glen station. There’s a lot going on. Especially in the sky – a concept I find unusual because everything happens at ground level there. Construction cranes, and many men in the protective suits of the industry are busily spotted across the scene.

I’m drawn to focus on them but soon realise something. I can’t actually control the vehicle I’m in. Imagine being three metres or so from the brake or the steering wheel. It’s as though there’s a solid layer or seat in front of me – that I’m actually at the rear of the vehicle.

In fact, I can’t drive or even veer the car in any one direction and it’s starting to look as though I’m headed for imptact any moment now. An impact that will not be easy on me. I watch the bewildered focus of the contruction staff as they try and work out what I’m doing here – I think they feel there’s a chance I actually know what I’m doing. Not true.

Somehow the vig behicle I’m in (which feels increasingly like or a four wheel drive or something built for rugged terrain manages to continue along the surface of the road, avoiding damage but only for so long.

Up ahead of me more construction equipment. Posts and signs, and more solid set vehicles that would meet my vehicle with a forceful collision. I can’t work it out. Why did I get in this vehicle in the first place (all alone)? What was I thinking?
As the busy site looms, construction staff scuttle in all directions. Some wondering how to handle this crisis. They act fast, though it’s difficult to say whether it’s to protect me or to ensure their equipment and construction site doesn’t suffer any more damage than it absolutely has to. I do feel they are doing what seems best though. If they don’t take action now they’ll be a big crash, and I’ll likely die instantly.

As my vehicle pushes along, they push from the side - the force of their hands pushing it on it’s way, it drops from the edge of the road. And suddenly, I realise this is my moment. Just before the vehicle makes it’s final descent into the water’s below, I break out of the locked right door by first opening it and then leaping from this doomed travel companion.

Catching my feet, I look down concencentrating more on the car then anything else. The water is by no means ordinary. It’s thick green, slimy shit! It’s like I’m out in the deep jungle. That water could swallow you whole – and in the case of the car that’s exactly what’s it doing.

I start thinking of the future. The damages that have been reaped. Thousands on the vehicle alone, and what about the extra one’s on the site. I’m wondering – why aren’t people out in the water, rigging up ropes and trying to save my vehicle before it plummets to the very depths.

Turning to my right, I’m surprised to see my friend Steve out there near the site of the vehicle. He’s not so concerned about the vehicle as what has happened to me. In his mind I’m nowhere to be seen, and he’s there in the water set to dive – to find me. I’m hoping someone will let him know. I feel so appreciative of this act of loyalty.

Taking in my surroundings I notice that the ground I’m on isn’t as stable as I imagined. A somewhat nasty looking baby crocodile wanders about – the green of its body like the green of the slime below. I wonder if there are more, but strangely feel that the majority of my ordeal is now over.

Feelings:
Agh.

Bumper Sticker:
Drive Safely

First Associations:
Steve
– He dives into the water - trying to save me. I’m already safe. In the dream, I think of how supportive and loyal he is.
- He’s also a friend who I do website work for, so my impression is that this dream may have something to do with work options.

Crocodiles
– green, and a little intimidating.

Water
– slimy, green stuff that could swallow me (or my car up!). More possible work associations.

Vehicle
– Older, all-purpose vehicle. Why did I get in?
- Crashing it resulted in me feeling concerned about all the debt I’d have to pay back, including the money I already owed my mum (a real thing – I owe her money from a recent overseas holiday).

Comments:
The dream seems to be about work. Perhaps a warning about something that could go wrong? What was that green, slimy shit? What can I do to avoid getting in that car?