my father

[cranefly]

I had a dream about getting a new car -- on the day you posted about getting the 2006 stripped-down Civic. I bring this up in the interests of synchronicity, not much else.

In the dream, I was driving a Thunderbird. A classic one, so it wasn't really new. A nice car, with fins. Thunderbirds have fins, don't they? Two good friends had Thunderbirds when I was a teenager, but I'm forgetting their details. Anyway, this one had fins, and it was robin's-egg blue. Or I think it was. I'm not even certain I dream in color, but I know it had a nice color.

Here's the interesting point. While driving it, I kept trying to convince myself what a neat car it was. But I kept wondering, Where's my Prius? Because even though this was a neat car, I wanted my Prius back. My Prius is tideland pearl, by the way -- a fancy name for medium gray. You don't get noticed much in it, especially in the land of Priuses, which is what the Bay Area is turning into. And these days I like going unnoticed.

The Thunderbird just wasn't me; I wanted my Prius back. And this mental conflict is what ultimately woke me.

--cranefly