Last night, I dreamt that I was standing out in my front yard. I was wearing a black cocktail dress. My Dad and my Aunt were standing beside me. I realized that my car was not parked in the driveway.
“Where’s my car?” I asked.
“It’s been towed for the weekend,” my Dad told me.
“What?” I said.
My aunt said, “The mechanic said it was a piece of junk.” I started to protest but my aunt cut me off. “I know it looked alright but it was a piece of junk.”
As my aunt was talking, a two truck drove down the street, dragging my car behind it.
Angry, I turned to my aunt and my father. “You had no right to let them take my car!” I shouted.
Neither said anything so I kept yelling at them about how unfair it was to take away my car. While I was shouting, I saw there were several people standing in the doorway of my house, staring at me and smirking.
“Stop it, Lisa,” my aunt finally said, “All those people are going to laugh at you.”
Suddenly, I noticed that my cat was running around in the front yard.
“How did he get out!?” I yelled.
No one answered.
“Well, help me out!” I shouted at them.
And that’s when I woke up.