The other day I was driving home from a lecture at the art museum. Excited to show off the area where I am tentatively living next year to my friends.
It was raining, pouring rain, and as I was leaving (driving around the circle at the parkway) I saw said lecturer walking with her big podium and tons of books and decided to offer her a ride to the bus/home wherever she needed to go.
As I left the car running, I had to move tons of things into my trunk (I get it I'm a slob... sue me... no don't sue me) so she could fit in the back seat. As I desperately searched for the buckle as the rain fell even harder, an unassuming man peeked his head through my door and said "I'll be just one minute..." Confused by this statement I saw him hop into the front ready to pull away IN MY CAR! Thank God the person riding shot gun kicked him in the face and we quickly... miraculously, sped away.
Next thing I know? I'M IN ROME!!
Then I woke up. Be honest, if I had told you this was a dream in the beginning you would have stopped reading. No one actually cares about other persons dreams. As soon as someone goes "ooo I had the WEIRDEST dream last night" you immediately zone out and begin to think about whatever dream you had the night before....
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