I was riding my filing drawer down the street… sitting on top of it and using my legs to propel me. I was juggling a number of objects while trying to talk on my celly with the wired earbud in and the cord was getting in the way. I was holding my Yahoo! star, plus a miniature version of it, and some other objects when I realized that I had a new hands free device that I would rather be talking on so I was trying to disconnect the wired earbud and get the hands free out of my pocket while holding all this stuff. Other co-workers were walking along with me but one I knew happened to mention that I looked like I was quite busy with all this stuff and still having to push off with my legs. I told her that it got better than that, reached forward and pushed a button on the front of the filing drawer that made it automatically go by itself. It was going quite fast as I turned the corner and said goodbye too her.
Suddenly, I was on the street I grew up on heading toward my mother’s house. Lined up on both sides of the street were 60’s and 70’s muscle cars, all painted in red, white and blue metal flake paint, with stars and stripes. They were all beautiful machines, and occasionally I’d see someone with the car. As I get to my mom’s house which for some reason I associated with work, I realized that it was 10:32am and I was too late for breakfast. I was disappointed until I noticed that at Dorothy’s across the street, there were 3 chefs making some sort of pasta, ham thing with a cream sauce. I walked over and explained that I’d missed breakfast and really wanted some of their food.
It was then that I woke up, turned over and looked at the clock and it read 10:32. Weird.
