Dream 1
There were two cars at a suburban intersection. The front one was to the left of the back one. The front car was very vague, but junky. The back car was very nice, like a mint condition Dodge Duster painted black with a thick, white stripe going down the center of the top of the car. There was a man in the front car and a woman in the back car.
A woman stood by the passenger side, front door of the front car. She was looking at the back car. A license plate was lying on the woman thought the license plate belonged to the back car. A lot of wire looped around and frayed from holes on the left and right of the license plate. The woman thought it was a good sign that the plate had fallen off the back car.
On each side of the car were posts bars in right angles with slopes of bunched wire rounding the inside corners.
Somehow the front woman communicated with the back woman. The back woman had no idea where the license plate came from. She was also annoyed that she couldn't get through this intersection.
The front woman (who was now also me somehow) opened the door to the front car so she could get in. She knew before the back woman even began revving her engine angrily that the back woman would be annoyed that the woman didn't just step aside and let her through instead of opening the door and blocking the way even longer for the back woman. But part of the reason the woman did it was to prove that the back woman couldn't tell her what to do all the time. But now the back woman was revving the engine so fiercely that I/the woman got afraid and closed the door and stood beside the front car.
I was also partly the man in the front car, and I felt ashamed for not defending my female friend, who might also have been my daughter. The back car throttled forward now and screamed around the corner clockwise, stopping after turning the next corner.
We could see it. It just stopped there at the edge of a vacant lot and sat there. But I think both of us/them/I were afraid even to move because we didn't want the thing to start revving and screaming any more.
Dream 2
It was a sunny day. I walked with a male and female who were older business people, who were my bosses. I was short like a child. We walked in a suburban area full of vacant lots, but it felt like the city was here or just a couple steps away all the time.
My bosses were mad at me because I took them on a walk that was longer than I'd thought it would be. My bosses were now late to and hurried for a meeting.
I tried to make them happier by walking faster, but they were still mad. So I grabbed their hands, and we all walked up into the air. Once we got about fifty feet up in the air, we moved a lot faster and cut corners and blocks. But neither of my bosses quite new they were flying. I decided it was better to let them think what they wanted to think.
Now it was just the woman and I. We flew over some nineteenth century London-style buildings and into a dumpy yard made by the hind ends of some dirty buildings. We were going to meet the man there.
I told the woman, "Now you'll see how much faster my flying was, and you'll be less disappointed in me."
But as soon as we landed, the woman, who was now my boss PG, forgot that we had been flying. The man (now George Bluth from the TV show Arrested Development) walked out in an undershirt. He, too, forgot that we had flown. I tried to prove it.
I said, "Look at the time. Now, when did we leave XXXXX? It's not too long after that, is it? And we even had a meal at XXXXX." (Some restaurant.) "Doesn't that mean something to you? How fast we got here?"
I couldn't say anything more. I didn't want directly to tell the man and woman that they had flown. I did want to show them I did get them here soon enough to show up for their meeting. But they were both, the male more so -- the woman was kind of dissolving -- sullen, and now they didn't want to go to the meeting. Neither of them even believed we had gone to a meal.
I said, "I'll show you." We held a meeting. There were rows of tables before a television.
The people were now kids. But the "meeting" was now on a television.
The male stood up and said, "Where was I at XXXXX time?"
A little girl stood up and said, "You were having breakfast at XXXXX."
The male was very disappointed. He cried, even, and said, "I've been wrong. I'm sorry. I should have believed you had things under control."
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