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I'm sure this has been discussed before but I have had a couple of shite-related dreams in the past week - maybe because the opportunity to offlad my abysmal Escort diesel is getting closer.

 

About a week ago i dreamt that I was looking at cars at an Arfur Daley-style plot that specialised in pure shite. I suppose it could have been a replication of the Minder car lot from the 1980s, including the very same cars with the stickery prices on the windscreens! :mrgreen: Bizarrely, the only car I could recall being there was a 5 door mark 3 Escort base model in white. :?

 

Friday morning, I dreamt that my dad owned a white Vauxhall Senator A 2.5 (shite Spec Senator - not quite a 'CD' with air con! :D ) and wanted to sell it, and I was interested in buying it (despite subliminal concerns about the cost of running one of these solid beasts).

 

The odd thing about that dream was that in the mid 1980s my dad owned a silver 1979 Vauxhall Royale 2.8 (which I loved being driven in as a 7/8 year old!). He sold that in 1986 as it was too expensive to run (I was truly gutted!) - yet in my dream he has a slightly more economical 2.5 Senator of the same body style. :?:?:

 

I can't wait for the sale of my flat to go through (I'm Selling To Rent) - I can spend some £ on some real shite so long as the sale goes through OK! :mrgreen: I certainly wouldn't say no to a 1978-86 'Big Vauxhall' such as a Royale, Senator A or a Carlton. :)

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I once had a dream where I was convinced I batted for the other side. Woke up in a rush, pegged it to the window and to my great delight there was no Ford Ka outside.

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Last night I had a dream where I turned up to work to find that every truck had been replaced with a Leyland FG. Mine was even fitted with a 12 speed gearbox. Sad to say I was quite upset when I woke up!

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2 weeks ago i had a strange dream

 

i went to pick up a 'free sports car', travelled half way across the country, to remove before the bulldozers moved in, when i got there it was a plaggapig Robin

 

might have been my sub-conscious telling me stop buy GRP cars

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I posted this before, but a while ago I dreamt I was coming home from Belfast on the bus, and was overtaken by a beige Stanza saloon with a "Hirst Cabs" roofsign. Worryingly, it had a correct, age-related NI numberplate.

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Quite a few years back before I even had a driving licence, I had a dream that I was driving a metallic Blue Mercedes W123 with a Toffee coloured interior across some rough terrain in a fairly angry manner whilst taking shortcuts across brown fields.

 

I've never driven a W123. :?

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I once dreamt I raced KITT in a 205 GTI, and I was faster. Worst dream ever.

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Not that I can remember, although last night I dreamt I was being attacked by Veloceraptors. The military kept airdropping supplies but they were all rations and no weapons. No I don't know either.

 

I also had a dream about speaking to a porn star who was sitting next to me at work. I think this is because my life revolves around......actually never mind.

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Not that I can remember, although last night I dreamt I was being attacked by Veloceraptors. The military kept airdropping supplies but they were all rations and no weapons. No I don't know either.

 

Velociraptors could be much less dangerous to shoot when they're not hungry?

 

I posted this in its own thread a wee while ago:

I had a dream about Seth's Herald last night! When I was 8, we had an 'H' reg Herald 1200 in the same colour as Seth's. In my dream my dad was driving Seth's Herald (me, my sister and Mum were in the car too) and was driving along the Scottish country roads away from our house, easily overtaking things on the straights and generally, going at a very un-Herald like pace!

 

I hope it's as quick as it was in my dream!

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Last night I had a dream where I turned up to work to find that every truck had been replaced with a Leyland FG. Mine was even fitted with a 12 speed gearbox. Sad to say I was quite upset when I woke up!

The other night, I had a dream that I had a tuned V8 Scanny, and that no logging motor could get by me. Shortly after, I woke up in a Tesco's DAF near Dalmally, and the real nightmare started... :(

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A bit hung over this morning. :?

 

Despite this, I had a curious dream just before I woke up that me and my mate (who I was drinking with last night) were walking through the estate I grew up on (God knows why we were both there...I don't invite him along to go to parents' house which is the only reason for being on that estate) and spotted someone reversing a car out of a driveway. I admired the car as it backed out. The car in question was one that I didn't think ever existed - a Citroen CX estate but it was a 2 door (+ boot obviously) and looked a bit 'more sports utility'.

 

Subliminally, the name 'Heuliez' came to mind (possibly after reading the Citroen BX mark 1 estate thread earlier this week). It was a very rare 'Heuliez' Citroen CX estate 'sports utility' one. I have just consulted Wikipedia and they made the conventional 5 door CX estates from 1989 to 1991. I do wonder if a 3 door CX estate is sitting in some car museum or collection? :?:

 

Anyway, the guy in the CX estate 'Sports Activity Verhicle' reversing must have twigged that I was admiring the car from afar, probably didn't like it, pressed the accelerator and reversed quickly loosing control and ended up driving over the neighbour's boundary wall, which was then entwined with the suspension. :x

 

As the car was now ruined, the driver got out to inspect the damage. I started shouting at the driver, saying how dare he ruin such a rare car and that it might now be written off . My mate even joined me with the verbal - and he hates confrontation and is much less impressed with old cars. :mrgreen:

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I had a dream that I owned a Ford Escort. Woke up this morning and the nightmare was true.

 

S'funny that, I keep dreaming that my one will be complete one day.

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I dreamt I was haggling with some lass over the price of a Yugo 45a last night.

 

She wanted 650 quid for it... to which I replied that someone from AS (Pete-M?) couldn't get 500 quid for an 03-plate Mondeo recently, and the Yugo needed new dampers all round.

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Last night I had a dream where I turned up to work to find that every truck had been replaced with a Leyland FG. Mine was even fitted with a 12 speed gearbox. Sad to say I was quite upset when I woke up!

 

I had a dream the other night I sneaked onto some truck you owned (for some random reason), which turned out to be a coach, but you had rigged it to drive on it's own to cash in on insurance and it was doing about 200 mph down tiny little back streets with no-one driving, leaping 6 foot into the air over kerbs/hills/other cars. I can confirm this was a terrifying experience.

 

I had one a while ago I posted up that Pete-M kept a load of 70's supercars in the boot of his SD1. :D

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Another shite dream.

Last night, I had to choose between three delapidated motors - a faded gold Rover 213, a completely knackered SD1 and some ancient looking Wolseley of some sort, as I had been assigned to transport a Chinese couple somewhere in one. I chose the SD1 as it had a V8, and they were huddled in the back seat and I was trying to slam the door shut. Also commenting about how badly it was made, the steering wheel leather had all come off and it was just a metal ring. Started the engine, and wheel span it down the road filling the inside of the car with smoke, at which point someone reminded me the Chinese King And Queen were in the car and should take it easy. The engine and suspension were completely shagged.

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I have EPIC SPOTS almost every night (I've mentioned this before).

 

Last night I was visiting friends in London and I spotted an Iso Rivolta parked up a side street. Behind it was an Iso Fidia. Took some pictures. Noticed on the other side of the road was a half-completed special built on a 1930s Rolls-Royce. Took some pictures. noticed another odd bulbous 1950s homebuilt car, took some pictures.

Continuing on my walk, I decided not to cross a busy road to take some pictures of a graveyard of severely rotten 195os Yank tanks, instead concentrating on the stacks of '60s French cars parked up, including 2 Ami 6s. Then I ate a massive pizza.

 

This was an unusually exotic night of dream-spots, usually my subconscious makes do with a couple of Hillman Avengers or a rusty Datsun Cherry.

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The only recurring one I've had with shite in, involves me hurtling down one of those really high 'Eddie The Eagle' type ski jumps...in a Reliant Robin. I'm absolutely cacking myself, but the dream seems to end when the car launches itself off the end.

 

Any ideas what it means? :?

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The other night I had a dream where another Autoshite contributor drove a bus into my E200 and I had to give chase and batter him.

 

The following night I dreamt that I was looking for a Ford four spoke steering wheel for a mk5 Cortina Ghia.

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Either I'm having a parallel world level, deja vu moment, or there's been something like this before.

I'm going with the former, as I genuinely have a memory like a sieve.

Recurring dream 1: I'm watching daytime TV and making a cuppa, in a caravan in N.Wales, when an old woman in traditional Breton dress knocks the door, and offers me a bunch of bananas for my car. Car unspecified, not even seen, and she's usually sitting on a little wooden stool.

Recurring dream 2: The Engine Head People. It's almost always in Sauchiehall St, on a busy Saturday afternoon, and everybody wandering about has an engine for a head. Their clothes match their engine in some way - there's a guy in a zoot suit, fedora and wingtips, who has a Ford Flathead under his hat. Shellsuited ned with a Cossie YB, etc., etc. I'm obviously the freak, for having a head made of flesh and bone, but it's ok...

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I hope you battered a smaller socket onto him.

 

Has this just been one long prearranged back-and-forth exchange in sole pursuit of that punchline? Because... wow... perfect. 100 internet points to everyone involved!

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I hope you battered a smaller socket onto him.

 

Has this just been one long prearranged back-and-forth exchange in sole pursuit of that punchline? Because... wow... perfect. 100 internet points to everyone involved!

Oddly enough it hasn't! I wouldn't even recognise him if I saw him hammering a smaller socket onto something!

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I hope you battered a smaller socket onto him.

 

Has this just been one long prearranged back-and-forth exchange in sole pursuit of that punchline? Because... wow... perfect. 100 internet points to everyone involved!

Oddly enough it hasn't! I wouldn't even recognise him if I saw him hammering a smaller socket onto something!

 

That's the funniest few posts I've read for a while!

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The only recurring one I've had with shite in, involves me hurtling down one of those really high 'Eddie The Eagle' type ski jumps...in a Reliant Robin. I'm absolutely cacking myself, but the dream seems to end when the car launches itself off the end.

 

Any ideas what it means? :?

 

It means you need to sell me one of your Tagoras very cheaply and buy a Robin. Now, where's the smiley for bare-faced cheek? :wink::lol:

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Had a terrible dream last night. Someone on here managed to talk me into buying a manual Merc 300TE wagon in burgundy over grey with mushroom coloured leather. I couldn't get comfortable in it because the seat runners were mounted at a 45 degree angle towards the tailgate but I persisted in driving it with my head out the sunroof. I parked it in my back garden (novel considering I can't access the garden except through the house IRL) and went in the house, then remembered I needed to urgently buy feed for my caterpillar who was very hungry. I nipped out into the back garden and tried to start the Merc but it burst into flames. I left it ablaze in the garden and walked to the shops via the local Volvo dealer when I was most excited by the new Volvo 365GLS estate.

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