Dream Journal
I was in a bright yellow hot racing car; B was driving it around our neighborhood. We took corners really fast and had a great time. B had a title, something about the Man From Nowhere. We then saw someone in a car very similar to ours, except it was black. This person was bad, and their title was something like the Place From Nowhere - his title was bigger than B’s title.
We tried to lose him but the black car kept gaining on us. I looked behind us and saw a police car in front of the black car - we couldn’t get caught by the police. In front of the cop car was an old muscle car… all three were following us.