I just awoke from a strange dream. I had decided, completely on impulse, to buy a car. I walked on the car lot, glanced at a red compact car of some kind, and then went into the dealership and started the process in motion. The salespeople gave me lots of forms to fill out and sign, and after awhile when I finally told them that buying this car was completely on impulse they were shocked. One of them gave me the chance to turn back and cancel the whole transaction, but I refused. I wanted to go ahead. I had no idea how I would be able to afford car payments and insurance every month but I clung to the belief that it would all work out somehow and it would be possible to manage. A saleslady asked me, “What will you use the car for? Don’t you walk to work?” I answered, “Yeah, I probably won’t use it that often but it’ll be nice to have during the winter. And I can drive places around the city easier.”

I hadn’t yet gotten to drive the car I’d picked out or even sit in the driver’s seat before I woke up. I couldn’t see the clock from where I was lying and it was impossible to tell from the light in the room what time it was. But then I moved the clock so I could see it and it said 7.33. After going to the bathroom and washing my face and putting on jeans and t-shirt, I made coffee. Briefly turning on the TV and they were talking about the Bears game on Sunday on FOX. Then I turned the TV off and my computer on. Poured myself a cup of coffee, logged onto livejournal, and began to write.