This is another typical reoccurring theme, except it was a bit different. I was borrowing someone's car, a rather nice one, to go to the grocery store in an unfamiliar town.
I went to an old Grand Union store (these aren't around anymore). When I got in there I was making sure I had money or my bank card and my purse was stuffed with money, but it was all clearly fake. I couldn't find my bank cards either. Next thing I knew, I was out in the parking lot with a grocery cart full of expensive meat. I was freaked out because I never remembered getting the meat or even paying for it! I went back into the store and went to the meat counter and tried to find similar packages so I could put them back. None of the labels matched up. I finally went to a store clerk and they told me that it wasn't from their store, it was probably from an expensive butcher shop in town. So I ended up leaving to try and find this other store on foot. I was again searching through my purse, not finding anything except papers and fake money. The neighborhood I was walking in was a real slum. Broken down buildings and bricks piles laying all around. I was trying to find the car. I scoured the store parking lot but it wasn't there. I was pushing the button on the key fob to make the horn beep and I could hear something far off in the distance. I was going around and around this town trying to find the car. I finally found it at a garage and it had turned into this crappy, little beat up car. A nice lady approached me and was trying to help me. She had a cell phone but the only two numbers I could remember were for people who couldn't really help me. I was particularly wanting to call the car owner for help. I woke up at this time.
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