Waking up Ray Douhit(h).

 I was in a room, which resembled a college dorm.  I had a small bed near a door.  Behind the door was a man who never came out.  His name was Ray Douhit, or something like that.  Usually I don't remember names in dreams, so I suppose I should look this one up.  Just did.  Nothing that resonates. 

Anyway, I'm not sure why Ray Douhit never came out of his room.  Like some sort of Dickensian novel, and I'm not sure the door leading to his room actually led to anything.   Maybe he didn't exist.  I didn't like him there.  For some reason I was inclined to speak to him.  In a very raspy voice I called out to him, not Ray but "Raji".  It scared the shit out of him.   There was also a woman involved, but I don't remember that.  

The more I think about this, I wonder if I am the one who is haunting Ray, and not the other way around.  Do I ever come out of my room?  Its an interesting existential question I suppose.

Like the way station in that art bar down by the Mississippi.  Near the caves.  Where they play 70s music all night.  And drink semi-sweet wine.  A self induced purgatory to be sure.  Now who do you suppose I should haunt next? 

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More Fun in Automobiles

 I was with some dark haired woman.  I was not sure if I worked with her or it was some sort of encounter.  It was not someone I knew.  It first was casual.  Then for some reason we had to get closer.  I'm not sure who came up with that idea.  I'm not sure who moved forward first.  She ended up wrapping her legs around my hips as we were sitting down.  That was the only posture between us that worked for some reason.  Something was covering my legs, but like a blanket, but underneath I didn't have anything on.  She was shocked by this.  But her hand was exploring my anatomy under the blanket.  Then I realized that we were in the backseat of a car.  The car was moving.  I asked her "who is driving."  Then we realized that no one was driving.  

From the backseat I tried to stop to the car.  But it didn't slow down.  We were on a road going to a town.  Some small town I had been in, something like Danville, or Litchfield

.  We went through a parking lot to some store, but still it didn't slow down.  The car then went through multiple walls.  I kept bracing for impact but there was no collision.  Then I woke up.