September 5, 1997

Age 16

This is a very short dream. I am driving two of my friends to the American Legion building in my town, where a local church puts on a lunch on Mondays. I remember lamenting about the fact that I always drive. They get out, and I turn off my radio, turn off the A/C, and put the parking brake on.

I walk into the building and stand in line with my two friends. I then leave to go get something for one of my friends, expressly telling him to wait on me, since it was for him I was leaving.

When I returned, they had already gotten and finished their meals and were ready to go. I steamed with anger, then I awake.