Truck in Dreams

  • March 19, 2026, 3:05 p.m.
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I was in the passenger seat of a truck. The driver had parked and got out to do something. I looked outside through the partially open window-a crank window. There was a little campfire about three feet away. I sensed a ghostliness about the scene. There were no people around, and certainly no one tending this very well-made and hot fire. I noticed in the smoke immediately over the fire, a myriad of symbols were floating.

I inhaled a huge breath and blew at the smoke. The symbols-all quite contemporary and commercial related- dissolved into natural smoke patterns. Even though there were no one here, I sensed the presence of unseen “people”. I spoke a blessing toward them. They seemed to crowd closer to the truck then, and as each individual energy came close I blessed them. Little sparks of light, color and pieces of rainbow appeared above them.

Then people appeared quite suddenly. I sensed that these were the ghosts suddenly become corporeal. In their energy I sensed animosity. I looked down and there were gas and break pedals and a shifter in my seat-even though I was in the passenger seat. I shifted to reverse and stomped the gas.

I reversed until I realized the driver that had gotten out was just behind the truck, stopped, and saw all the people running toward the truck. Without thinking I shifted to drive. They shouted and clawed at the truck hood. A feeling of insane primal energy burst from my chest, and I screamed like I’ve never heard anyone scream in my life. It was like a war-cry and a soul expression of deep insistence. I screamed in this way and stomped the gas. The ones clawing at the hood, while a little taken back by my scream, kept coming and merely bounced off or fell away. The others still farther off started running towards the front of the truck in a hurried and desperate manner. Their faces were contorted in animalistic ways into snarls and gargoyle like features. I screamed and drove them down if they were in front of the truck.

I woke feeling very intense. It was not fear, exactly. It was a sort of confusing and hard to define feeling. Energetic, insistent, full of willful intent.


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