The car looked pretty cool. It had the requisite heartbeat pulse in front, but some things about it, I would later discover, were just plain odd. For instance, as if they had run out of time or something, the wheel rim designs, appropriately techy, were printed out on paper, glued to formcore and then taped to the actual rims. And on the back was a 10x14" advertisement for a doctor's office, again, mounted to formcore and then mounted to the trunk.
The guy came to the door, I let him in, but he wasn't being all that clear as he walked around my house. It seemed to me that he was intimating that the car was mine, but I wasn't sure if I had won it in some contest, or if he was going to suddenly ask me for a check for a couple thousand for delivery charges, or what.
Anyhow, the house was really cool. It was a ranch style, halls with low ceilings, leading into rooms with taller angled ceilings. I don't remember specifically looking for skylights, but the entire house had lots of ambient light, very open and airy. I mention this to say that I think I miss California. It's winter here in Washington and it's a bit dark at the moment, even though now I am actually able to drive to and from work in daylight.
Anyhow, we ended up taking a test drive and then I woke before finding out if the car was really mine or not.

Thinking about cars made me think of the fantasy I always had in Jr. High and High School. Sometimes, still on the bus on the way to school, I would daydream of being called away from school to do something important. Before I was driving age, it would be a beautiful older girl in a convertible that would pull up alongside the bus, or right up onto the sidewalk of the school and call out to me to urgently get in and we'd race off to some crisis, leaving all those other kids behind at the loser school to waste the day. Often, the girl would be wearing yellow. (A 'Curious George' thing?)
Anyhow, as I got older, sometimes there would be multiple cars, one for her and one for me, dropped off by car carrier, or lowered to the ground on platforms suspended by chains under military helicopters -- she, sometimes, standing at the edge of one of the platforms holding on to the chain, being lowered with the car. (Daring.)
But cars have always fascinated me and my dreams often focus around them.
One dream that did not was one I had the other night where I was pretty sure I had killed someone. That one, will have to wait because I need to go get ready for work.
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