Posted by KP9000

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Okay-- another crazy dream for you.

Part One

The first thing I remember about my dream was going to the mall to interview for some job. I don't know what the job was, or even the interview itself. But I DO remember parking my car in some 30min waiting area while I went inside to do the interview. It was in a fairly open area, close to the front of the mall. When I told my interviewer where I parked, they told me to move it for fear of getting ticketed or towed. So I went back outside to move it, and I got in my car and started the engine. Before I could put it in drive, I realized I wasn't in my own car. It was similar, but different. The engine sounded different. The inner door panels were different. It was like it was 3 years older model. So I drove the car to the police station and reported my car stolen, while driving this car that I was left with, and told them that someone must have switched the car out and also switched the ignition out so I could still use it. At first they accused me of driving a stolen vehicle, because the vehicle I was left with was also reported. Then the mall cameras backed me up, and I was cleared. They gave me a run-down police cruiser as a loaner to drive around.

Part Two

I was visiting my family in AZ and the first thing I remember doing was going shopping as a family; to get whatever snacks we wanted during our time together. I don't know what store it was, but it was a grocery store with sample booths set up. I had milk, cookies, and a few packets of "giant popcorn" that was microwavable. Eventually, I walked past the sample booth with some being made. I was curious about it so I stopped and waited for some to come out of the microwave. The popcorn was super loud, each kernel feeling like a firework going off. Sure enough, it came out giant. I looked inside the bottom of the bag, and noticed that the kernel size was about the same as the diameter of a nickel. There were about six kernels left, so I put them in my pocket like any little kid would do with things he thought was cool. So I went back and got a few more packets of popcorn and another half-gallon of milk for some reason. I took too long, apparently, because everyone was already at home by the time I was all checked out. I left for home in my beat-up police cruiser loaner, went down some roads that were not familiar to me at all, worrying about losing my own car to thieves, for good.

After I got home, I found my family fighting, arguing over something I intentionally didn't focus on. Immediately, I got pissed at my dad and started to throw my groceries at him. He was sitting in a recliner and my half-gallon of milk went sailing right over his head, hitting the wall behind him, without bursting. That set him off. But instead of taking physical action like I did, he's like "Okay mother fucker, that's it. We're going to play some mother fucking checkers. We're gonna settle this entire thing over checkers! How's that sound!?" I stood there, dumbfounded, but still really pissed off. As he got out the checkers game, I picked it up and threw it at him. Then he left, out the front door. A few seconds later he came back and started arguing with my mom again. I got involved, but I forgot what I said. Then I discovered why all the fighting was going on. A game save on the computer had been corrupted, and my brothers were fighting over it, and it exploded into a huge altercation that got my mom and dad involved too. I sat down to discover the issue. They had a hex editor open, trying to write random changes to the file. I was trying to yell over the two parents arguing to explain that you can't just write randomly like that; nor can you save it because the file is open in another program. As I reached the end of the file, I woke up. I woke up happy my car wasn't stolen.

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