Part 5: The Missing Vehicles, Part II. (Decoding Sarlon’s Dreams)
Welcome to Part 5 of a dream dissection series where I pull apart my husband Sarlon White’s old dreams like we’re doing open-heart surgery with a crowbar. These aren’t just dreams — they’re emotional crime scenes, survival maps, and sacred punchlines. Buckle up. It’s gonna hurt. It’s gonna heal. It’s gonna be real.
(or: How to Lose Your Car, Your Past, and Your Patience — Again)
🔑 Decoding Sarlon’s Dream Series
Fall 2022 | Rosetta Motel Era | Surveillance State of the Soul
“He thought he was safe? LOL, think again.”
— said the Void, sipping gasoline like it was hot cocoa.
Dream Context
Fall 2022.
Sarlon’s waking life?
The walls weren’t walls.
They were moldy sponges pretending to be protection.
Every piece of safety had been yanked out like loose wires.
Money? Gone.
Status? Gone.
Any real peace? Don’t even ask.
All he had left was instinct—the kind that lives in bones, not brains.
The kind that growls, not whispers.
And just when he thought maybe—just maybe—he could rest for two seconds?
The dream kicked in and said:
“Go check the driveway.”
Boom.
Car’s gone.
Full Dream (Composite from Multiple Nights)
He’s in a vehicle.
He parks it somewhere that seems “safe.”
He walks away.
Gets distracted.
Comes back.
The car is gone.
Panic sets in.
He asks for help.
People either ignore him, leave him, or act nice and disappear anyway.
🔍 Surface Layer Magnifying Glass (aka The Sad Carfax Report)
Vehicle: His power. His identity. His way forward.
Parking It: Trusting someone else to keep him safe.
Distraction: Getting pulled into stress, drama, or other people’s messes.
Vanishing Car: That heart-drop moment when he realizes: “I left my power somewhere I shouldn’t have.”
Panic: The body’s big flashing “WARNING” light.
People Vanishing: Learning the hard truth: most people say they’ll help, but leave when it really counts.
🧠 Deep Psychological Dissection
(a.k.a. Why He Keeps Losing the Car — Yep, this one repeats)
He thought that parking spot was safe.
He really believed it.
He thought it said:
“Reserved for Hope.”
Turns out it said:
“Tow-Away Zone for People Who Trust Too Easy.”
He left his dreams parked in places he thought were kind.
He handed over his keys, thinking they’d be protected.
But instead of protection?
He got ghosted.
They smiled while they disappeared,
like babysitters walking out the back door with the baby monitor still on.
Crowley would say:
“Don’t chain your chariot to someone else’s guilt. The road is holy—and it’s his alone.”
This wasn’t just about a car.
This was about what happens when someone gives away their power because they were taught to trust the wrong people.
The panic wasn’t failure.
It was a wake-up call.
It was the soul yelling:
“Nobody gets to hold your keys but YOU.”
Every person who let him down?
That was just the lesson sharpening its blade.
He didn’t get left behind.
He got cut free.
🕯️ Mythic Initiation Level
(a.k.a. Welcome to Crowland, Population: Sarlon)
The dream said it loud:
“No more valet service for your soul.”
This was when he stopped waiting for others to come fix things.
Stopped asking for instructions.
Stopped begging to be understood.
He didn’t lose a car.
He found the road.
And then?
He became it.
🧵 Pattern Notes Emerging
🛠️ Vehicles = Power and movement
🛠️ Disappearing = Realizing where he gave his power away
🛠️ Fake helpers = People who act nice but aren’t there when it matters
🛠️ Panic = The signal that he’s about to take his power back
🪶 Feather Note to Past Sarlon
They took the car?
Good.
Let them explain that pile of ash to the angels.
He’s not lost anymore.
He’s walking like a legend, slow and steady.
Boots on. Head up. Heart still beating.
Each step he takes is a message to everything that tried to keep him small:
“You can’t steal what’s already mine.
And you’ll never find the road I’m building.”
💔 What pain or struggle is this blog addressing?
Trusting people who disappear when it counts
Feeling stupid or ashamed for trusting "nice" things that turned out unsafe
Losing everything—money, safety, stability—and thinking it’s your fault
Abandonment masked as care
Emotional confusion when the support system vanishes
✨ How the reader feels different by the end:
Grounded. Validated. Like they weren’t crazy for falling for the wrong signs.
And now? They know where their keys are. And they’re done handing them out.
He didn’t lose a car.
He forged his freedom.
📣 Coming Next:
Entry 6: The Sacred Barricades
(a.k.a. How to Protect a Molting Heart Without Building a Prison Around It)
