Had a very vivid dream the other day, I told this to a couple of you. I found myself in a tiny grocery store somewhere, and the owner of the store is this little annoying guy who wants me to leave. You know the type, the kind who have to have every just so, or else. Anyway, he was P.O'ed that I was taking my time deciding what I wanted. I was starting to get mad at him, so I ignored him and slowly made my way to the checkout line. The guy gets angrier so he starts counting down. He reaches zero before I get to the checkout and therefore refused to serve me. "Okay, that's it!" I remember him saying.
So fine, I drop my stuff and leave, and when I go outside I find it's raining. And not just raining but a complete downpour. But wherever I am is warm, so the rain actually feels good. For some reason I wasn't wearing my glasses so I just tilted my head back and within seconds, I was soaked and laughing. But I had a feeling that the owner was just the type of guy to call the cops on me just out of spite so I rushed to my car, only it's not the car I have now. It was a tiny red convertible, and yes, the top was down. For some reason it didn't bother me, I just grabbed some towels and away I went. First thing I noticed was that the brakes weren't too good.
Now here's where it gets weird. Sometime as I'm driving the car turns back into the one I have now, a maroon '94 Buick LeSabre, only the top is still down.
Now wherever I was was a huge city, and I was downtown in the middle of it. The downtown streets were in awful shape, and I mean potholes four feet deep. No cops around but plenty of construction vehicles. Traffic didn't know what to do, and I didn't know what to do. They cut in front of me and I accidentally went through a red light. (In reality I drive just fine, btw.
) It was a miracle there were no accidents. I finally made my way out of the giant city giggling like crazy because I hoped no one got my plate number, which was more than likely. However, I knew I was a stranger there and so it didn't bother me as much. I was more worried about my car because of the brakes, the tires and it was noisy. (In reality my Buick is pretty okay.
Weird, eh? (Anybody else have vivid dreams like that? I even remember what I was wearing. A black dress and my hair was long. My hair hasn't been long since college, and I hate dressing up but this was a comfy one. Oh well. *shrug*)