Having not dreamed much in recent months, it was a relief to finally dream, so after tossing and turning part of the night I was actually able to fall asleep, and this is when the strangeness began. As the dream began I was sitting in the passenger seat of a semi-truck with my dispatcher Donna at the helm and we were navigating the city streets of some, unfamiliar coastal town. Donna was driving a bit fast for my liking and as we began to question the directions we had we began to argue. As we approached an intersection I recognized a sign I believe I had seen before on a previous trip and yelled out “Turn here!”. In response Donna made a aggressive right turn and before either of us could notice we careened off a boat ramp into the water. The sensation of being plunged into the water was frightening, but I didn’t waste any time unbuckling my seatbelt and grabbing Donna as we swam for the surface.
Now back on dry land Donna and I stood and watched as the truck rolled sideways, over and over down an embankment, under water before the cab detaching and bursting into flames (under water). At this I remember thinking “wow a truck can burn under water?” As we began walking away I realized we were now stranded in a strange town and I needed to get home. Somehow through the magic of dreams my phone survived the crash and submersion and it was at this point I pulled it out and said “I’m going to the Airport, I’m gonna call an Uber.” and proceed to open my phone and see if there were any Uber’s available. At first look there was nothing on the map, but as we began to walk towards an overpass I saw two cars appear on the Uber map, one of them quickly accepting my ride. As we crosse the street I realize the vehicle that just accepted my Uber request was a taxi, a big yellow van pulled up and as Donna and I climb in the driver makes some quip about “How’s this for an Uber?”.
I began to regret my decision to get in this can as the drive to the airport began, as the driver began talking incessantly to us. After some time I found us pulling up in front of a hotel and picking up several more people. It was at this time the driver said he had left a ‘business card’ in the seat for me. I retrieved what he left and began looking at it, only to discover the business card he left was a rack card for his cab company that he had folded up to be small enough to pass as a business card. I remember thinking “how unprofessional”, I unfolded the rack card and began looking at the back, where he had several popular destinations and the rate to take passengers there, all well over $50. I began to feel uneasy as the driver loaded additional passengers into the van that he was milking the ride for the fare.
The dream seemed to skip ahead at this point and morph slightly. The driver pulls up alongside a curb on a coastal street and now for some reason the cab is a convertible because there is no top, the sun shining on my face and I was beginning to forget the horrible accident Donna and I went through earlier in the day. The driver was out of the driver’s seat, turned around and making frozen drinks for the passengers. I remember the person next to me, which I believe was underage had frozen margarita all over his hands and the driver was encouraging him to lick it off. At one point some girls that were sitting at a cafe table across the street called the taxi driver by name and told him to “get outta here”. To which he responded “Give me a break, I’m trying to get some girls to come over and talk to these guys.” It was at this point I began to become irritated at the situation and just wanted to go home. I burst out yelling “The fucking meter better not be running! You need to stop this shit and take me to the fucking airport!” This outburst clearly resonated with the driver, who I suspect was padding the meter and he returned to the drivers seat and the trip resumed. I continued my angry tirade by yelling “I’m gonna give you 1 star on Uber!”, it was at this point I glanced up to see the can was no longer a yellow mini-van but we were in an open air cart being pulled by a bike… Somehow the Uber/Taxi had morphed into a ricksha and I still wasn’t home.
It was around this that I woke up somewhat confused and still a bit angry at the ass hole Uber/Taxi driver that refused to actually take me to the airport so I could just go home. Thankfully I was home and I wasn’t gonna have to pay for some trumped up Uber ride (again that is).