Last night, my dream largely took place in a car. Earlier in the dream I was at a store that Sharla had opened. There were two stores in one building, one on the ground floor and another on the second. Each had a different feel, but were like consignment shops. Sharla had a Chinese family running the store for her. I visited the store and then jumped on the road. As I was driving, the car in front of me (an orange something or other) abruptly stopped and I accidentally rear-ended them. I immediately saw a large indent on the back of their vehicle—more like a cannonball hit the car than another vehicle. I pulled over and the two of us exchanged insurance information. A large amount of time was spent choosing what paper would be used on which to write the information.
I began driving again—still alone in the car—and realized I needed to talk to Sharla. So I put my car on cruise control and somehow got myself into her moving vehicle. Once I was talking to her, I realized the folly of my decision—especially since we were on a road with many stoplights (I think we were southbound on Brooklyn Boulevard). Luckily, there were police cars and ambulances coming, which ensured that the lights would remain green so that my car wouldn’t rear-end anyone. I began to worry about getting back to my car. I finally did, and somehow a pre-teen African-American boy was in the driver’s seat. He said he needed a job, and I instantly thought of Sharla’s store (apparently I didn’t think of him being too young to legally work). So, he continued driving to the store. He wasn’t old enough to drive either, so I began teaching him some of the traffic laws he was violating as he drove. But as a cop car passed, I realized he probably didn’t even have his driver’s permit. We weren’t yet to Sharla’s store when I awoke.
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