The other night I dreamed I was driving a red Lamborghini somewhere in Gatineau. At night. In the rain. And it wasn’t my Lamborghini.
Oh no – of course not. It belonged to someone I worked with (whatevs…I don’t know anyone in real life who owns one of these dream machines.)
Oh but I handled it like butter. Shifting gears flawlessly and zooming away into the night. Hrmm…
I wonder what it all meant.