I believe I started out where I was driving a white Geo Metro convertible on an interstate highway on a mountain. It was foggy and a bit misty out, so I was trying to be careful. The area I was in had the feel of Afton Mountain along interstate 64 in Virginia, but I'm not sure if that's where it was actually supposed to be.
I was coming across the highest point and started down the other side, and it got to be sunny and warm out. I came to a very wide bridge that was at least five or six lanes across, and there was a lot of construction that had taken place there. There currently wasn't anyone working, but all the machinery was around, and there were huge piles of dirt and not much in the way of grass on the land areas I could see that were around and under the bridge. The bridge itself wasn't very high. Maybe about only 30 feet or so. It was just over a dip in the terrain, and that dip seemed to have been worked on to be "fixed", although from what I could tell it was just being smoothed out.
I got out of my car and was walking around since it mostly deserted, and I saw Doug (from Mercedes) there. He was looking around at all the construction and trying to decide which way would be the best for a detour through it.
Then I was at a house on a wooded suburb street. It was night time, and I was there with a number of friends. I decided that I wanted to figure out how the convertible top worked on the Metro, so I got into the car to leave. One of the girls decided that she wanted to come along, too. So we were driving down the street, and I was trying to lift the top while I was going, thinking that the force of the wind would blow it back if I got it pushed up high enough, even though I wasn't going very fast. It didn't seem to want to move very well, and I was afraid of breaking it.
As we continued down the road, I noticed that we were sitting in the back seat of the car, even though I was still driving. So I was driving from the back seat somehow. Anyway, I decided to hit a button on the convertible top, and as smooth as can be it lifted itself up and folded itself back. I hadn't realized the thing was motorized, and I was happy when I found out it was. There was something about this that reminded me of a Toyota Celica that I had looked at (in waking life) over eleven years ago. Perhaps it was because when I actually test drove the Celica, it had a Batmobile quality to it with all the electronics that surrounded the driver, and the technology of the button to open the top on the Metro reminded me of that.
We got to the end of the street and turned right. Shortly after we were at a skating rink. All of the other friends had shown up there to meet us, and we went in. I looked around at the arcade briefly, and I wound up leaving again.
I found Brian (a guy from church and school that went into the army), and I was telling him about the skating rink. He wanted to go there, so we went back. When we went to go into the front doors, they had a bunch of bleachers (like from local outside sports events) that were in the way, almost as if they were a type of rotating door. They didn't rotate, but it was an obstacle that you had to get through in order to get into the place.
Brian crawled through just fine, with hardly any more effort than walking through a door. I, on the other hand, had a difficult time. I think it was because of my weight. There were these glass or plastic rods that ran horizontal that were far enough apart for Brian to make it through, but I couldn't fit. After I got stuck and was just kind of hanging in there, I turned around and looked at the one that was stuck at the top of my stomach. I noticed that it had a name on it, along with a number. I also noticed that it was yellow, and this time around it looked more like opaque glass than plastic. I'm not sure what I used, but I found something to cut it carefully at the ends, which were about a foot apart. I cut a couple of others and I finally got through and into the skating rink.
Somehow I realized that the names were names of children. Their first and last names were on there, although I'm not sure what the numbers were. It had something to do with contacting them, I think, and I started to worry about the kids. I realized that this was some sort of privacy and safety issue because now anyone could find them with this information. I went in and showed them to Brian and a couple of women he was talking to, who happened to work there. No one really took notice of them even though I was pretty upset that someone was going to be able to find and kidnap or harass or molest the kids.
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