The Great Car Hunt

Weird day.

Well, weird night, too. I had a dream about driving to work, only I took a route past my regular drinking haunt, which is actually in the opposite direction. I was anxious about something (probably going in the wrong direction) and focusing hard on the road ahead when someone crashed into the side of me. Normally I'd give the guy a good telling off, and maybe a slap or two, but I was in too big a hurry so I stole this silver Ducatti that was sitting at the side of the road.

Then I was suddenly in Prague! Don't ask me how I got there. I only knew where I was because I could see the old factory I worked at for a couple of months through this big church window. I was still very anxious, but I couldn't help laughing at someone, which made him very upset, which made me more anxious, which made me laugh even harder (sometimes I'm my own worst enemy).

Then I was back in my apartment eating a huge BLT with this girl I once knew in Prague. But I hate tomato.

Any ideas, Dr. Freud?

Anyway, to The Hunt. This morning I called Billy, but he wasn’t much help. Too busy getting the kids ready for church (bloody Catholics), so I set off to try to retrace my steps.

I started off at the pub, just in case, but there was no sign, so I walked in the general direction I was driving in the dream. I was never big on the whole deeper meaning of dreams stuff - however much an old girlfriend tried to bring me around to the idea - but I couldn't think of anything better to do (I really didn't want to have that conversation with the police: "Hi. I was wondering if a [enter car description here] had been found...um, unaccounted for...? Stolen? No, just...misplaced... As a matter of fact...yyyes, yes I was... I don't think I was driving... No, I can't be sure... Could you please stop laughing... And no, I don't appreciate you spreading it around the station, either.").

I went two blocks before I saw the skid marks on the road and the bits of glass in the gutter. At the risk of further embarrassment, I stopped into the grocery store on the corner:

"‘scuse me pal, Was there a crash out there yesterday?"

"Couple nights ago, I think."

(crap)

"I don't suppose anyone's bike was stolen?"

He just looked at me like I was strange.

I'll call the local junkyard tomorrow. In the meantime I’ll have to commute.

Not happy.