Two part bad dream.
I borrowed without telling her (stole?) my friend’s
white Thunderbird for an important errand god knows what
that could have been and I don’t know how to drive
much especially in the city and I brought the car up to
my apartment and managed to park after many tries
and then I worried about how I’d ever get the car back to her garage
downtown without her knowing (how did I get the car in the first place) and so
I had to tell Peter about the car because I knew he would
drive it back downtown no problem and he was annoyed but
not that annoyed and when I opened the car to sit on the
passenger seat Peter was thank the gods driving
my friend’s cat came out of the car and ran away
as fast as possible and I never found her cat.
(I woke up and took a Xanax)