I guess I miss the VW's.

Three dreams.

I'm in the California house. Jeff and I are dropping the engine in the bug. He decides it needs degreasing, so the most efficient method, obviously, is to put it in the dishwasher. We're standing in the kitchen discussing the pros and cons of washing the engine in the dishwasher (I do not think this is a good plan, btw) when Michelle storms in. She's been shopping all day and the every piece of furniture is covered in shopping bags. She's ranting about something and I'm just trying to stay out of it. I reach down to move some bags and notice that at some point she bought goldfish today. I pull out the plastic bag to reveal two HUGE goldfish. "When were you going to emancipate these guys?" I ask. She just glares at me, snatches the bag out of my hand, and heads to the bedroom. "You can't put goldfish in with the tropical fish!" I scream after her. I reach the bedroom only to have her toss the empty bag at me. She put the goldfish in the fish tank with the tropical fish. So, I scoop them out and put them in my mouth (for safe keeping?) until I can walk three steps to the other fish tank and spit them out into the water. Fin.

In the second dream, I'm in the high school play, but as part of the crew. My job is to climb up 15ft onto this little platform covered in a velvet cushion and raise a t-shirt like a flag on a rope. Once I have successfully raised the t-shirt, I sit there and watch the play taking place below me. I repeatedly slip off this cushion and have to feel for the ladder rungs with my toes. But the last time, I can't find the ladder. I start to fall but grab the rope and wrap it around my wrist. I sail gracefully to the stage. Afterwards, the cast is gathering for a photo and I notice that Laurel Genetti is not in this play. The End.

Third dream. I'm driving the squareback. I need gas so I pull in behind another car and wait patiently for my turn at the pump. An over-eager gas station attendant offers to fill my tank, but before I realize it, he's filled it with diesel. "You're going to have to syphon that out now, you know." And I turn to go sit on the steps in my parents' garage to text Jeff about the diesel disaster. Done.