< ...car on fire >

dreamed t., e.t. and i were out at some strip mall together when we decided it would be a fine idea to set the backseat of my car on fire. it was the red topaz, a car i haven't driven in several years. the votive was in a styrofoam cup, and was chucked into the backseat after a heavyset guy leaned in the front passenger window and asked e. where his money was. within minutes the cops and a fire truck came along.

it occurred to me that i was fucked as this was still not my car. how was i going to explain a burned out back seat? initially i was going to blame it on e.t., but then i realized that it was my fault. i had no believable excuses. it wasn't for the insurance, i guess it was just for kicks. so stupid!!

when i woke up, i was stressed out. my rational brain finally kicked in and said, "YOU DON'T DRIVE THAT CAR ANYMORE! DON'T WORRY ABOUT IT!" and, um, it was a dream. don't sweat the unreal.

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