Brains are weird

Why is it that sometimes, in dreams, you can be in the most bizarre, unexpected, incongruous, unfamiliar situation, and yet already know EXACTLY what it is you have to do.

Like, I’m in a huge kind of warehouse/ factory that’s got multiple floors and it’s decorated on the inside to look like a jungle, complete with parrots. I’m the passenger in a sand buggy that’s driving full-pelt around this building and I’m standing/ kneeling up in the seat, looking around and behind us. I have no idea who’s driving, I don’t recognise them, yet I trust them completely and know that they know where we’re supposed to go. He’s (I know it’s a he) turning corners on two wheels (I think we’re being chased), but I keep my balance with no problems and yell out obstacles when I know he hasn’t seen them yet. We drive up unexpectedly wide staircases between floors, tyres screeching at every turn. I have no clue why we’re there, or how we got into this building at all, but I know that the SS is trying to stop us. They keep jumping out and throwing things to make the driver swerve, but it doesn’t work. He’s unflappable.

And throughout all of this, I have the clear and certain knowledge that what we need to do is get to the very top floor, then drive off the edge of it, down into a fountain that’s way down on the ground floor. The top floor is at least six floors up, and plummeting into the fountain will mean both of our deaths. I know this, and I’m afraid, but I know it’s what we have to do. The time comes: we reach the top floor, burning rubber. There’s a kind of balcony rail up ahead and my driver heads straight for it. We smash through it and immediately curve down to see the fountain, growing larger and larger as we fall toward it. I don’t know the driver well enough to hug him, he was just doing his job, and he’s done it perfectly. So I hug the back of my seat and watch the top of the fountain grow closer in a strange slow-motion. Then, just as the front of the car hits the top of the fountain, I wake up.

This is by no means the only time I’ve known what to do in a bizarre dream situation, but it’s the one that’s stuck in my memory the most.