I live in the country with no neighbors to speak of. Once a week, on my way to the town where my son goes to school and I work, I take the recycling to our collection site. This occurs on Friday. At work on Friday we can wear jeans if we wear a school t-shirt. One Thursday evening I did laundry so I could wear a school shirt a co-worker had given me earlier in the week.
That night I dream that I am getting ready to leave in the morning and forgot to load up the recycling. As I rush around in my pink sweater, turtleneck, skirt and heels (an outfit I actually own but would never wear to work) I realize I had forgot to wear the shirt that I had intentionally washed last night. My neighbor pulls up in a classic car, pristine white and points out that there is a classic white truck in her garage. As I ask her if I should move it out of her garage I wonder to myself why I even think it is my responsibility. She indicates that she knows whose it is and that they are inside her house so I get in her car and we are suddenly driving through a flea market looking for someone who, in the dream is known to both of us, and in actuality is one of my students. We need to find him because he is going to give us a discount on a joint cell phone plan. I see several other students, who are his friends, but we never find him.
The next morning as I drive to work I pass that classic white car of my dream neighbor. In the three years of driving around this town, the same route to the school - I have NEVER seen that car.
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