I remember leaving a residence on foot toward my car, which was my black Jetta, which was parked outside on the street in a residential neighborhood.  I got into the driver’s seat, then noticed immediately that the passenger door was open slightly.  I thought how strange that was, considering I had only been inside the house a short period of time, like 10-15 minutes, so anyone who may have broken into my car would have had only a very small window of time to attempt to steal anything.  I certainly did not believe that I had left the door open like that — so it was a curious observation.  I don’t recall the plot points in between, but suddenly I was some other place with a couple girls I was friends with, just hanging out.  We made a plan to go somewhere together which was across town.  One of the girls went right to her car; the other girl and I walked toward our cars which apparently were pretty close together.  I offered to drive the both of us, to save a few bucks on gas, with the added benefit of just enjoying riding together.  So she agreed.  I got to my car on the driver’s side, then realized I had some crap in the front seat that I wanted to clear away, just to clean up a bit for my guest passenger.  I grabbed a few fountain drinks and packaging stuff that probably came from fast food or convenience stores — stuff which in reality I never buy, and rarely ever accumulate garbage in my car, so this was a bit of a surprise to observe.  I grabbed all the crap, then jumped into the backseat, seemingly with the intention to pop the trunk, fold the backseat down and exit out the back.

While I was sitting there, suddenly it seemed the car had gone into motion, going pretty quickly in reverse, down a city street.  Ohhh shit, we were charging backward with no one at the wheel.  I looked out the back and saw the street we were on was coming to a “T” with another street, so we were about to crash into a typical office/commercial building — the kind you might see with small shops on the ground floor and either offices or apartments upstairs. I tried to come up with a plan for one of us to get into the driver’s seat to hit the brake, or maybe one of us could pull the hand-brake, but there wasn’t enough time for either of us to react.  The car crashed into the building, but then suddenly it was like POOF!, it was over, almost like it had never happened.  We were suddenly back in the car, stationary, like no accident had occurred; it was like a dream. 

The girls and I were together but it was a different place altogether. One of the girls was now my sister, and the other girl was a friend of hers that was now becoming a mutual friend.  We were now in a place that seemed more like a theater, but we weren’t near the stage or seating area, instead we were in a lower area where a ramp was going down to a bathroom.  The friend was standing over in line to use the bathroom, while my sister and I were off to the side, just waiting out of the way.  I mentioned to my sister that I liked her friend, just seemed like good people, positive attitude, kinda funny, etc, so then I began to consider the potential for romance/dating/relationship stuff, etc.  In that moment I took a quick look at her; she turned so my view was from the side profile; she was wearing a white t-shirt.  I just caught a quick glimpse of a bulge of fat in her stomach area that was about the size of a loaf of bread, which suddenly just became obvious and I hadn’t focused on it before.  It wasn’t so much off-putting as it was a type of informative clue about her.  I turned to my sister and said “She has that kind of body type where you just know she’s going to be huge when she gets older.” My sister agreed.

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