Last night I dreamed that I was driving down the road….with Loser. It wasn’t nighttime but it was darkish. I was stomping on the gas pedal, trying to get it into “spit and git it mode.” My car has a little knob that will put it into all kinds of driving modes, like snow, economy, sport (the leave ’em laying in the dust mode) and something else that I can’t remember because I never use those.
I looked down and the car was in drive so I didn’t understand why we had stopped moving. I saw a bunch of people standing on the drivers’ side of the car and I rolled my window down. A dark-haired woman came up and started to hand me a card while she said “we have an excellent lawyer.”
I looked at her and said “did somebody hit us?” She answered with a long, drawn out “yes.” There was a truck, sideways in front of my car.
I looked over at Loser and told him to call 911. He had that grimace on his face that always meant “I want you to do it.” I told him that he was going to have to get used to doing things for himself…that I wasn’t going to be around to take care of business anymore. I told him he was going to have to call the insurance company as well. He sat there, like a stump, like he always did so I said “maybe she can learn how to take care of things for you.”
I got out of the car and there was a huge hole in my bumper. Suddenly, this man circled “Allstate” and said “this is who your case has been assigned to.” I looked at Loser and said “did you get his insurance information?” He nodded and grinned like he had just won the Pulitzer prize.
I knew my car was going to have to go to the shop to get fixed but my concern was how Loser was going to get around. WTF? It was MY car, not his and I was concerned about him.
Somehow, we made it back “home.” One of my children must have created a diorama in a box. There was a stuffed black bear and all sorts of greenery. I was looking through the hole and I saw something move. It was a tiny black bear and it was alive. I remember thinking that I didn’t know stuffed animals could give birth to real animals.
I turned the box upside down, and the little bear fell out. It was about three inches long. I picked it up and petted it for a few minutes.
Then I woke up.