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Cadillac Coupe de Ville

Cadillac Coupe de Ville

A red Cadillac Coupe de Ville is blocking my car in. I start the Cadillac with a push button and move it out of the way. I ponder stealing it for a few moments. But I don’t. I get back into my crappy car and drive away.

Prince's Car Keys

Prince's Car Keys

DREAM #107 : I ask Prince to give me his car keys. He says he will, after he finishes singing Baby Got Back in the hotel restaurant. The guests applaud politely, and Prince hands me his keys.

Mastercard

Mastercard

You are stuck in traffic. Every time it comes to a stop, I jump in and trim a little bit of your hair. One piece of hair seems to be flat and about 4 inches wide. I’m mystified.I say : MY GOD! YOUR HAIR LOOKS LIKE A MASTERCARD! You giggle and detach it.
 

Bikini Santa

Bikini Santa

I load my yellow bricks into the car, and drive out onto Yonge street. It is decorated for Christmas. I pass a Santa in a bikini, standing in front of an underpants store.

Balaclava

Balaclava

We want to escape across the border, so we put on balaclavas. We realize belatedly that seven people wearing balaclavas might be a bit conspicuous. So I go alone. I find our truck door wide open. A man climbs in on the passenger side and grabs the keys. I try to shout for the others, but all I can get out is a strangled AUGHGH.

Tack Family

Manson Family Barbecue

We are a Manson-like crime family, and the police are on their way. We put out strips of tacks to slow down their cars, so we can finish our backyard barbecue.

Aliens II

Aliens

We hear that the aliens are landing in Toronto. This is pretty close, so we decide to leave town. I try to get our family into the station wagon, but people keep getting back out of the car, for stupid reasons. It is like playing Whac-A-Mole. It is so frustrating. I mean, THE ALIENS ARE COMING.

Cube Truck

cube truck

The children are locked into a cube truck. The driver gives the truck a push and it tumbles down the hill. It lands upside down, partially submerged in the river. One mother runs to the truck, lifts it out of the river and sets the injured children free. She gathers her own child tightly into her arms. The truck is covered in snow. I scoop some off the roof, and put it in my mouth.

Purple Van

purple van

I visit my father very early in the morning. We go for a ride in a purple van, and have an animated and reciprocal conversation – of a sort we never had, even years ago, before he got sick. It is extraordinary. I wish I could remember what we said.