I've always had very vivid dreams, the kind where I'm convinced it's truly happening until I actually wake up and it's very obvious that it was a dream. Normally something terrible is happening and I'm extremely relieved to wake up. I'm still waiting to wake up from today, but I don't think it's going to happen.
I've been driving since friday, from north carolina to get to arizona. Today was supposed to be my last day of driving. About 5 hours in, in the middle of bumfuck nowhere new mexico, my car started shaking and making a crazy noise, so I pulled over on the ramp and stopped it. I waited a while, trying it out, until it became clear that it was not going to start. Now, the only thing on this exit was a house a little ways to the side, and a group of buildings mared Motel and Gas across the bridge on the other side of the interstate, so I started walking to the 'Motel'. As I got closer, I noticed that there was a closed cafe and 'trucker bar' on the premises as well. I walked closer to the tiny, low buildings, and a bunch of dogs behind a chain link fence started barking their heads off. I was kind of wandering aimlessly because there was no sign of life except a few pickups scattered around, when all of a sudden a rottweiler, that was NOT behind a chain link fence, came running after me. Now, I am NOT afraid of dogs, no matter what breed, so I didn't freak out and start running, instead just backed up and said soothingly, 'okay, okay, I'll go away...' Once I started backing away it stopped chasing me, and luckily I didn't get chewed up by a loose dog.
So, I walked back across the bridge to my car, trying very hard not to burst into tears, because that wouldn't help anything. After a little while of sitting in my car, a car pulls up and they ask if I'm alright. I told them what happened and the guy said, 'let me get my uncle, he's a mechanic!' and they pulled away and lo and behold, they were the people who lived in the house, the ONLY house on the exit!
To make a long story short, the uncle (who had one leg and had clearly been drinking) determined that I had a problem with my fuel line or timing in my engine, and he could do nothing to fix it. So I called my motor club, which is like AAA but not, and had it towed to the mechanic they showed me, which of course is closed because today is Sunday, so I had to spend the extra money my dad gave me for my trip on another night in a motel. I've been so exhausted and worried and sad that I'm alternating between bursting into tears, and feeling like I'm gonna throw up. I haven't eaten anything and really should, but I don't know if I could even choke it down. And, lucky me, the gas station next to the motel doesn't sell beer!
I normally have good luck with things like this, so I'm just really bummed that it's happening and I'm stuck in Moriarty, New Mexico, when I should be halfway to Arizona and the boy. That's another thing that bums me out, after a month of being apart we would finally be reunited tonight, and now who knows when I'll get there? If things like this happening are supposed to build character, I'd much rather be someone shallow who people roll their eyes at because they've never known hardship. This is just the worst thing that could happen. :(
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