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Dream

I dreamt that I was in a parking structure, driving my old car, Roger. Alex was in the passenger seat, and I laughed at him because the attendant was on his side, so he had to pay. I hate paying parking attendants, then quickly trying to get myself together to drive under the bar.

So Alex had to do it, but as soon as we'd left the attendant, we came to a barricade where some kind of agent asked me to shift my weight back and forth from one butt-cheek to the other. When I did it and the car didn't move at all from one side to the other, he decided this was because the car was packed full of drugs. He asked me if the car had enough oil in it or if it was leaking, and I said I hadn't noticed. He thought I was being sassy, so he made me get out of the car.

I must have forgotten to put the brake on, because the car started rolling backwards down the street. I thought it would stop when it got to a hill, but it rolled uphill, too. I set off chasing it with my dad, Sébastien (one of my students), and Sébastien's older brother that I didn't know he had. We chased the car until it rolled into a lake and started sinking. I wasn't really that upset and gave Sébastien and his brother la bise for helping me chase the car, even though we didn't catch it.

Then I caught sight of Carla Bruni's Quelqu'un m'a dit through the back window and realized that all of the CDs I own were in the car. Even when I woke up, I was upset about this and overjoyed to find that it was just a dream.

srah - Friday, 13 June 2003 - 8:59 AM
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