A fever dream set in Las Vegas:
Just had the worst dream I was visiting friends at their apartment Vegas not too far from the strip only to come out and discover my car had been stolen. This was Domino and Ryan’s apartment. Then after walking around the carport realized it had been towed despite there being no sign next to the uncovered space by the freaking palm tree. I was frantically looking for a sign with a number to call, went back inside and was alone (they were out but I’d just been on the phone with them), needed to call my lead I was going to be late logging in for work (I was half an hour out from Centennial Hills), had my friends keys to their purple Barracuda but realized I couldn’t drive two cars. Thought of calling Anne for help. I couldn’t think straight long enough to do any of the above and my phone kept saying it was 11 something when it had to be around 2 or 3 in the afternoon and I was like wtf time zone are you set to?! I went back inside and was in a small office space and tried to use this old school looking complicated phone with all these lines and line 1 went to freaking 911 and when they asked what my emergency was I apologized and said I was trying to reach non emergency services for my car. They were like oh okay and it apparently bypassed dispatch and went straight to a precinct and I heard one ask the other if they thought it might be the mustang. I was listening to see if they mentioned my car before finally being all never mind and hanging up. Then four dudes walked in and one was Trevor and I was like holy shit am I glad to see you, told him what happened, and was trying to get it all sorted. I never got anything sorted before waking up.
Also this virus is making me feel so weak when I wake up.