The dream began as I opened up a hotel room door. Inside the room sat a beautiful young blonde woman dressed in an attractive blue evening gown. As I entered, she rose and walked over to me as though very glad that I had come back, but just as I was about to kiss her the scene changed somehow and we were driving down a dark two-lane highway near the ocean at night, like in California. I seem to remember everything was now somehow in black and white, as if I were in an old movie with Humphrey Bogart in it (because wasn’t he always driving around California roads in those movies?). The woman and I were still very happy to be together, and I put my hand on her knee as I drove. I wasn’t driving very fast, but suddenly I came around a corner and there was a figure in the road, and I couldn’t stop. I hit the person and killed him! I sat there in shock, but immediately a policeman on a motorcycle arrived and made me get out of the car. He gave me a ticket of some kind, and made me sign it, even though I had no idea what it was. Satisfied, the policeman drove off, and I walked back to where I had hit the person. However, as I approached, the road under my feet began to kind of crumble and go soft, and to myself I tried to blame the soft ground as the cause of the accident, not my driving. I wanted to share the news that it wasn’t my fault with my woman companion, so I hurried back to where the car had stopped, only this time it was different. Now there were people gathered around the scene of the accident, and I pushed my way through the gathering crowd. At the center, I saw that the car was now somehow at a strange angle, and the beautiful woman was lying on the ground with some blood pooling around her. I was overcome with remorse and grief and tried to cradle her in my arms to comfort her.
(Paul included the text above with the object. It describes the dream he had, which the scrimshaw illustrates. For more details about Paul, these objects, and how they ended up with me, click here!)