Dream Journal
A tan colored van had been donated to my workplace, and I was given the responsibility to drop it off somewhere. I am told I need to take it to 900th Avenue on the corner of 523rd. I have no idea where this is, but think I might know where the 500s are.
I get the key from a coworker and walk outside into the snow; it is early winter. The van’s cab is completely open to elements. There are no doors, only a partial roof, and no dash; the car was designed and built that way.
In order to start the van, I put the key into the ignition located on the partial ceiling. I am not wearing gloves. My fingers are freezing as I have a hard time getting the key into its slot.
A female goes with me (a coworker, maybe?). After driving for a while, we stop at a bar/restaurant to ask directions. The man behind the counter is gruff looking and could use a shower and shave; other than that, he is not much help.
My fingers are still freezing. Night has fallen as we get back into the van.