i am driving in a car, which appears to be mine. my mother is sitting next to me. unsure of the weather outside or what time it is. my mother points at my dashboard and the gas light is on. “you need to get gas mark”, she tells me.
i am walking around my car. the back left tire is a little low on air, as usual. my back right tire is completely flat. i try to pump it with air, but am no successful. i give up and ride away anyway, leaving a trail behind.
i’m sitting on a stage, dressed nicely, with several other people who are also dressed well. the lights are out, and there seems to be an audience cheering, and taking pictures. it’s feels like the moment right before they blast the stage lights. i’m sweating profusely.