Dream Journal
I stood on a used car showroom floor with my mother. We looked at a few different cars and then settled our eyes on the one slightly elevated in the center of the room.
My Aunt Rosie rushed out from a back hallway and told me that this particular car would not be good for me. “It’s only $6,500,” I told her, “and I just paid for it with cash.” She disappeared into the back hallway.
I drove the car to campus to sign up for classes. There were lines of people everywhere. I went into the auditorium to wait my turn. A girl my age was standing on stage talking into the microphone. I stood by a guy I vaguely recognized and we made pleasant chitchat.
He asked me if I needed a car and I told him about the one I had just bought. He asked me a few more questions, serious questions, and I became afraid of him. I ran backstage to get away from him, and stood in a dark hallway with red curtains.