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Lateef
Had a dream yesterday, actually - I was carpooling home with some girls in my class in my live-in neighbor's electric blue lightly pimped VW Polo 6N2. Once the girls had exited at each of their destinations (including the girl who was driving it) I remained seated in the right rear seat as the car suddenly drove off without anyone at the wheel. I thought this was normal, until I realised that the car was driving west (the opposite direction of where I live) and I became uneasy.
After some time, the Polo stopped at a fictional gas station near a roundabout - the setting is a fictional version of Volda (where I currently live) which is much bigger and to some extent nicer, having an assortment of larger medieval era three-story houses and Swiss-type timber lodges. Still, it feels like a limbo (like London in Ashes to Ashes) with a more grey atmosphere and less people in the streets.
At the gas station (which was a typical 1950s one at that) I exited the Polo and entered the gas station and did something there (I don't remember what) - then I got out and saw that the Polo had been replaced with a grey Nissan Prairie M11. I got in and started driving it, and for some reason the driving characteristics were shot to hell (sluggish accelration, poor brakes, poor visibility, poor seating - but came with an automatic so no complaints there) - so I was basically very dissapointed with it - especially since I really liked these cars.
Suddenly my dad is sitting next to me and we're having this driver's ED session. Out on a narrow country road we get overtaken on the right (!) by a purple 5-door 90-series Toyota Starlet with a bunch of screaming asshole teenagers in it. Then all of a sudden there's a red light that appears in the dark - I assume it was there due to the narrow road, allowing cars from each directions to pass single file. My dad urges me to hit the brakes, but I react slowly, and so do the brakes - and we barely avoid crashing into a VW Passat Variant B6 in its Alltrack variant (which doesn't exist) of the Norwegian police. The cop car speeds away, not taking notice that we'd overshot the red light by ten metres.
After that I have no memory.
After some time, the Polo stopped at a fictional gas station near a roundabout - the setting is a fictional version of Volda (where I currently live) which is much bigger and to some extent nicer, having an assortment of larger medieval era three-story houses and Swiss-type timber lodges. Still, it feels like a limbo (like London in Ashes to Ashes) with a more grey atmosphere and less people in the streets.
At the gas station (which was a typical 1950s one at that) I exited the Polo and entered the gas station and did something there (I don't remember what) - then I got out and saw that the Polo had been replaced with a grey Nissan Prairie M11. I got in and started driving it, and for some reason the driving characteristics were shot to hell (sluggish accelration, poor brakes, poor visibility, poor seating - but came with an automatic so no complaints there) - so I was basically very dissapointed with it - especially since I really liked these cars.
Suddenly my dad is sitting next to me and we're having this driver's ED session. Out on a narrow country road we get overtaken on the right (!) by a purple 5-door 90-series Toyota Starlet with a bunch of screaming asshole teenagers in it. Then all of a sudden there's a red light that appears in the dark - I assume it was there due to the narrow road, allowing cars from each directions to pass single file. My dad urges me to hit the brakes, but I react slowly, and so do the brakes - and we barely avoid crashing into a VW Passat Variant B6 in its Alltrack variant (which doesn't exist) of the Norwegian police. The cop car speeds away, not taking notice that we'd overshot the red light by ten metres.
After that I have no memory.