shanmonster | The Dream

My sister is giving me a ride home in an SUV. Her driving is erratic and terrifying. She is going way too fast, and almost runs over several people, including a baby on a sled. She goes off the road and through several snowbanks before coming to a stop. I tell her I refuse to drive with her any more, and get out of the vehicle. She is very angry, and says there's nothing wrong with her driving. At that, she squeals away and I begin walking.

I decide I don't want to walk seven miles in winter, so I stop at a gas station to call a taxi. The owner of the gas station looks at me and decides I can't afford a taxi, so he offers to drive me, instead. I get in his car, and we begin driving. He leans over to my side of the car, jamming himself against me, so that he can fiddle around inside a secret compartment in the car. He hauls out a huge roll of bills, and peels several off for me. There are four fives, and two twenties. He insists on giving them to me. That's when I notice one of the twenties is a bad counterfeit. It's actually a twenty-six dollar bill. Then I wake up.