Dream Journal
It was a bright and sunny afternoon and I was in the middle of a car race, and I was ahead of everyone by quite a large distance.
Steve, sitting in the passenger seat, pointed toward a warehouse toward my left, but I was too concentrated on driving fast and winning to take my eyes off the road and look to see why he was pointing.
Steve pointed again and, glancing out my left window, I saw a small street market with tents and a lot of people in front of the warehouse. He wanted me to drive through the market, sure it would be a shortcut.
I was skeptical of the shortcut, but gave it a try anyway. I drove through the congested market, and we popped back onto the course just behind the car now in first place. I was upset that the shortcut had cost me ground.
I pushed my car to its limits and won first place by a nose. I drove to my parents’ house and prepared for the crowds to follow and congratulate me on my win. I knew that they would ask how many vacuums I own, so I went to the root cellar to count them.
I pushed Tiger out of the way because he was sleeping in front of the door. I counted two vacuums plus the one out front. I turned off the light and closed the door over Tiger. I pushed him a bit with my foot si that he fit under the door better, and then I went upstairs.
Melissa and one of her friends sat in the living room and asked me a question. I didn’t know how to answer.