Weird dream.

I had a weird dream last night/this morning. I was at work, and when I left I came out to see that my 1997 Ford Contour, a hand-me-down car I bought from my brother, was missing. Now, there were many different people from high school and groups of friends that appeared in this dream. First, I asked a kid named Raymond Lopez, "What happened to my car?" He informed me that it was sold and I would have to use this go-cart instead.

Well, I wasn't happy. I'm almost 9 months pregnant. The last thing I needed to do was ride a go-cart. Well, I rode the damn thing to what was supposedly Kristin Laing's house. There was a few other people there, but none of them I recognized. They confirmed the selling of my car, and told me they'd call the guy and get it back.

Well, I sat at home waiting, when a car pulled up. This time, a girl named Amber Fyxell was driving. It was a really old, door less Coupe De ville. I was livid. "This is NOT my car!" I yelled. She took it back, and said she would let the guy know. By this time I was in hysterics and crying. All I wanted was my 1997 Ford Contour back.

A few other people and cars (mostly starting with the letter C) came to me, and none of them were my car. The last one that I remember was a Chevy Cavalier, which was supped up and horrid looking. In the car was a guy who goes by Drew York, and old friend Jordan Conner, and a few other people I don't remember. I was crying again.

This dream was odd, none the less, but it made me very thankful for when I woke up I knew that my crappy yet prized vehicle was still downstairs in the parking lot. It's silly to think that I was so attached to this vehicle. Some people would laugh at me, for being so attached to such an insignificant car. But I don't care, I like it!

Anyway, it's thunder storming and I'm going to go stare out the window and enjoy it.