Dream Journal
I was leaving church with Tina, both of us upset that her brother was being a jerk. I had parked diagonally down one street, near the end while she parked elsewhere so we said goodbye and parted ways.
I got into my car and had to back down the long one-way street to leave, and I went faster than I should have. The car at the beginning of the street was parked such that its bumper hung into the street further than everyone else’s. I saw it with enough time to slow down, but I didn’t slow down and I hit the bumper with my own.
I was going to keep driving, but realized that the hit was audible enough that others probably had heard it. I stopped my car, got out, and went over to look at the other car only to find no scratch. A small chunk had come off of my rear bumper, but the rusty car I had hit had no scratch.
Amanda was getting out of her car with her registration, and she told me that the church had a car inspector who would inspect cars for free. He looked over her car and signed the paper before heading back into the church.
I grabbed my registration and saw that my inspection was due that month and should have him look at mine. But I thought about the ding on my bumper and worried that it would lower the value of my car. I drove home and, once there, I decided that I should have the inspector look at it anyway.
Dad wanted to go with me and tried to get into the driver’s seat. I told him firmly that he would not be driving my car and that he had to ride in the passenger’s seat. He still tried to grab the shifter while I was driving, and I yelled at him to stop.
The line of traffic was long and I was going to have to turn left at the intersection, against traffic, to get back to the church. I wondered if I would make it in time.