Dreams

Bryan woke up the other day and told me about the dream he had just had.

We had gone on a day trip and stopped in this little Podunk town for lunch. We were talking while we're eating about how the tires seemed kind of sluggish like they were low on air. So while he was paying the bill. I took the car across the street to a little gas station to have the tires checked.

 The technician took it into the bay and by the time Bryan got over there had already removed the two back tires. So the guy at the counter came over and said we needed two brand new tires. Bryan didn't agree with that and said the tires were just low not worn out. And the attendant argued with him.

Then Bryan said just to put the tires back on and we'll be on our way. But the attendant said the tech had already gone home for the day. I was like, he was just here. Bryan said, "Well, I'll go in there and put them back on myself then." But the attendant locked the door and put the bay door down. Now Bryan is REALLY upset. I said, "My purse and both our cell phones are in the car locked up in there."

He said he was about ready to break the door down when he woke up. It was so funny to see him so wound up over a dream. Then he went and took a shower and when he came out he said he was still ticked off from the dream.

For the next several days he would randomly spout off about it:

"and another thing -- he was using my floor jack in the bay! Not even using his own equipment!"

"I mean,  you don't just leave someone stranded without their car!"

"Probably the police there wouldn't be any help, either!"