Stolen Cadillac

This dream was about

I was un a new house that was unfamiliar to me. It was 2 story house with all hardwood floors. It was nearly impossible to walk quietly in that house. My bedroom was on the second floor by the stairs. I had my dog, Hermes, but he looked different than in real life. I'd invited my friend Jessica over to hangout. We'd been talking in my room for a bit, i don't remember about what. She'd gotten a call and my mom was calling me to come help her with something, so I left Jess in the room by herself. I went downstairs to help my mom with groceries but she didn't look like my mom. My mom looked like a black woman and I realized I was a black man, but I knew I wasn't really. I helped my mom with the groceries then went back up to my room. When I looked at my hands I was back to normal. Jess was nowhere in sight, but I had a feeling she was in the bathroom. I sat down in bed and put mu legs under the covers. I picked up an odd instrument from under my bed. It was like a synthesizer and a mandolin combined. I started playing a pretty little tune that I'd just made up as Jess came out if the bathroom. She looked really upset and it was obvious she'd been crying. She sat on the bed next to me and I asked her what was wrong. She told me her sister had told her that their mom did something horrible to her. Apparently her mom and sister got into a fight and her mom hit her sister. Jess was crying because she never thought her mom would do something like that. I offered a hug as consolation, but Jess got under the covers with me and pulled me in to cuddle. I layed my head on her chest and wrapped my arm around her torso. My hand accidentally brushed her shirt up and I felt her warm skin on my hand. I was about to readjust, but she put both her arms around me and held me in place. It felt so nice to lay with her like this. I briefly allowed myself to imagine how nice it would be if we could cuddle like this all the time and how I wanted to kiss her but know I couldn't. I kept glancing at my bedroom door that was open ajar and hoped that nobody in my family cam in to disturb us. I also didn't want any questions as to why we were cuddling because I had a husband. I looked up at her and was about to ask her a question when one of my brothers, Noah, walked in asking if I'd take a trip with him. He didn't ask or say anything about Jess and I cuddling but he gave me a knowing look that said it all. I rolled my eyes at him and said yes but to give me a bit to get ready. He said okay then left, leaving my door open. I turned back to Jess and apologized for the interruption and having to leave on short notice. I really wanted to kiss her and I could tell she was feeling the same way, but we both knew it was better if we didn't. We got out of bed and I hugged her goodbye and promised to talk more later and to hangout again once I got back. Then the dream shifted and I was on the trip with my brother. We were in a little town I was unfamiliar with, but it was an oil town and very old-fashioned. I don't know exactly how we'd gotten there but I think it was by bus. We were trying to figure out how to get home when I spotted a pink convertable Cadillac in the lot of a mechanic shop. The top was down, exposing the white leather seats. The shop was closed and there was nobody on the streets so my brother and I shared a mischievous look and decided to steal it. He hopped into the driver's seat amd I hopped into the passenger seat. I opened the glove box and found the keys, then handed them to my brother. With a quick prayer he turned them in the ignition and the car sputtered to life. We both cheered then sped off, heading towards home. We sped down the highway that went thought the forest and hoped to not get caught. I decided to rip off the license plate at the next stop to hopefully cover our tracks a bit. After filling up we made our way again but now I knew that people were onto us and after us. As we drove, suddenly the road turned into railroad tracks that wound and twisted like a roller coaster. We were trying to get off the tracks but the car was stuck on them and we had to just keep driving. Eventually I saw that the tracks were coming to an end and there was a barricade at the end. I told my brother we'd have to bail out, tuck and roll. So we jumped out of the car before it crashed into the barricade. We quickly ran into the train station that was nearby and laughed in our victory. We agreed to buy tickets and take the train home. The dream shifted again and I was back home, in my backyard with my dog. I was on the phone with Jess, telling her what happened, when I heard my mom pulling into the driveway. I panicked because I didn't know if she knew what happened yet and I didn't want to get in trouble, so I bolted inside and up the stairs, trying to be quiet. I'd made it quietly into my room and was about to shut my door when Hermes bounded up the stairs after me, his nails clacking loudly on the wood floors. I quietly ushered him into the room and shut the door, praying that mom didn't notice or hear. I watched the door anxiously and listened for her. After a few moments of silence, I relaxed and was glad we got away with everything. Then I woke up.