Dear Diary,
Today I had a dream—a dream I wish had been real. I woke up in the middle of the night, went into the backyard, and saw a white car. To be specific, a white 2001 Dodge Charger. I was confused at first, but then I figured it was my car. I got in and saw that I had left the keys in the ignition.
How did I leave the keys inside the car? I cranked it, but it wouldn't start. Curious, I popped the hood latch. When I lifted it open, my eyes widened—a 5.7L Hemi motor sat inside. How the hell is this my car? I thought I had a Chevrolet Impala. Did I trade it in for this? I looked to the left and saw it was missing a battery.
Odd. I went to where my Chevrolet usually sat, and there on the ground was my battery. I didn't even bother wondering how it got there. I was focused on driving this car I didn't even know I owned. I walked back, installed the battery, and turned the ignition. It started. I closed the hood and got back inside. The gas gauge read full. Wow. A V8, with a full tank? I expected it to be empty. And why was it parked in the backyard?
I reached into my pocket, opened Spotify, and played something. Digging between the seats, I found an aux cord. I plugged it in and navigated my way from the backyard. Checking my phone, I saw the time—3:00 AM. Weird. I usually wake up at 8:00. I pulled out of the driveway and drove down the road. My neighbor's brother pulled up beside me.
Catching up to him, I stepped on the gas, took a sharp left, and ended up in a small ditch. I heard my dad's voice: "I ran into the bushes before the police caught up." Then came the sound of sirens. I pressed the gas, trying to climb out of the ditch, but the police caught up. A voice I didn't recognize spoke—something I can't remember—giving me a tip on how to get unstuck. I got out of the ditch and lost the police.
I found my neighbor's brother again, and he said, "You finally got a car now, huh?"
How did he know I didn't have one?
"Yeah," I replied, though I still didn't fully acknowledge that this was mine.
I remember getting out and looking at the car's front. The bumper and grille were stock, but the hood was an SRT hood painted black, and the headlights were aftermarket—looking like they were inspired by the newer models.
I got back in and drove before everything started fading. The midnight sky dissolved into a void. The windshield turned to ash. I covered my eyes as the car disintegrated into dust, and the world followed. I woke up with my head turned toward a doorway.
What was this dream? What did it mean? I went to my drawer and saw my tablet was gone. That's how my day began—outside of the dream.
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