Dream Fifteen
There is a lovely young woman with dark hair who is putting some things in a locker at a bus stop or perhaps a train station. It feels more private than that though. More like a PO box, but not that small. They are stacked vertically perhaps 2 ft by 2 ft each. Grey metal and plastic. I've cleverly conceled myself in one of the other lockers on the row so I can pass her some vital but secret information. When she looks up from putting the stuff in her locker, I push aside a small panel on the front of the locker and, making mechanical whirring motor noises with my mouth, extend my arm through the slot with the slip of paper that she must read. She looks exasperated and berates me. She ignores the paper. I try again. I pull my arm back inside, close the flap then open it and make robot noises while I extend my arm through the slot. She asks why I didn't just put the piece of paper in her locker if it was so vital. She still hasn't taken it. ARGH! She's both logical and incredibly stubborn. Why won't she just take this paper. I don't know.
I was with some friends and we were going to get some brautworst and sauerkraut at this supposedly AMAZING outdoor german food restaurant or something. I'm following Simon. He ends up parking on the roof of a house, concealed from the street. I park behind him in the explorer, halfway on a fence. The fence is a wooden yellow construct with pillars like tree trunks and cross beams like giant arms with dryrot. The paint is peeling, but somehow it holds up the explorer. We go to get the food with some friends. It's outrageously expensive and not very good. When I return, I just catch a glimpse of the explorer being towed away. Simo is driving dad's Jeep Cherokee. He didn't get towed. I call the place and find out that it will only be about 120 bucks to get this thing out of the impound. They had to pay the driver a hundred to tow it away. I'm mystified as to how he got it down from the roof and fence. I'm not even sure how I got it up there.