nightmares on carnelian street

i've been having very lucid dreams lately, or should i say, nightmares to be more particular. a bloodied and severed hand, being chased by the police while driving haphazardly on the passenger side,fighting red tape while anxiously searching for my name at a list for successful examinees and lately, squeezing in people in a car standing on the friggin edge of a cliff that toppled over hittin the woman whose been with me since i first saw the light of life...too weird perhaps but that is the nature of dreams. i wouldn't dare decode it, it's time consuming and what help could it offer? i mean, obviously, i've carried my days' worries over to fantasyland almost every night and to search for it's meaning would turn out to be a futile exercise. assuming for the sake of argument that i do try to find out their meaning, the surprise would have been revealed by week's end. thus, i may just relish the thought of having to encounter more of these nightmarish incursions with open arms within the next few days...move over oscar, this isn't sesame street...