I was driving my little sister home from somewhere... there had been a car accident pulled over on the side of the fast lane... the car in front of us was driving there and pulled over just in front of the accident.. a little ways ahead there was a couch that had fallen out of a truck bed... that had to have been the culprit.
Stopped at some store in the mall... we were walking now - I had picked up 2 magazines that had to do with music gear... and now I was meeting up with my childhood friend Jennifer. We pit stop somewhere on our walk home and Mr 11 pulled up in his truck- in this dream he played the role of my dad - there was an odd ambiance when we interacted - as if this had to be our secret, he wasn't really my dad, but people couldn't know that we had been something else....He asked what we were doing there... I gripped the magazines tighter and said something about just being on our way.
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