Nobody Is Interested in Hearing About Your Dreams!

Just woke up. Ridiculous goings on before that though.

I was in some kind of car park.. open air.

Some other guy was there. I think the bald bearded guy from Iron Man who was Tony Stark's dad's business partner and who you could tell would be the ultimate bad guy within the first two seconds of seeing him. Okay I saw Iron Man last night. This is not the point.

I had to do a Google search. For what I forget but it was some simple two word search. For some reason in this reality it had to be done using some very oversized parking meter like device.

I clicked on a red area and somehow entered my terms. No keyboard and I didn't seem to speak so I guess telepathy.

The machine started to shake violently and I recall commenting to my companion that THIS was supposed to be progress.

The machine then stopped shaking and spat out a smart card and a dark sea green envelope with a slot for the card. I realise a slot in an envelope makes no sense in daylight but at the time it seemed to. I was supposed to slot the card into the envelope and then post it back into the machine which was now clearly a mailbox.

In my dystopia, and I assume by the company i'm keeping that's what it was, it appears that Google searches have to be carried out by mail.

So, then I got into my car and drove. On a narrow country lane a sideways original style Nissan Micra with a flat tyre blocked the road and the middle aged female driver asked for my help.

We (a few others turned up) chose to push the car off the road to fix the tyre. I commented to an elderly man assisting with the pushing that these old Micras were so light you could lift them, proceeding to lift my end with ease.

The elderly gentleman did the same, promptly dropped his end causing the whole car to roll over him and bend him backwards in two. He said he was okay but I don't think he was. He was alive at least, and I could hardly be blamed.

Then I woke up.

I often think back to whats i've dreamed about to identify what in my daily life my brain is attempting to make sense of. I can't really come up with anything to explain this one.