A few weeks ago, I had this dream.
Normally I don't recall them at all when I wake. On the rare occasion that I do, the essence of their threads unravel on me with minutes, and I am left with mere wisps of vapor vague impressions.
But this one, this time, impacted on me, so that I can clearly recall the more significant details.
At a seaside town I bought a car from a private merchant with a shop on the beach access road. There was a tropical storm coming, so I left it there, fully intending to return for it after the storm. After the storm passed, bringing down mostly twigs and small branches, I returned to get the car. The sky blue sports car, likely a stingray corvette had been utterly and maliciously destroyed by someone with a bulldozer or a snowplow. I was crestfallen at first, but came to the point of having peace about it, as somehow I knew it would be replaced.
Now though, I am eager to see how that dream is continued.
8:59 p.m. - 2013-03-12