This whole dreams takes place in some city/town I've never been in. It was evening time, and I decided to go out car shopping. I went to the Nissan place and found a truck that I liked. It was purple, and even though it was new, it was one of the older model boxy looking Frontiers. I got that, plus a couple of replacement tires while I was there.
I drove it to some neighborhood and got out and Em (wife) and I talked to a couple of people from work (Mercedes). It was now night time, and we were on a street that had a lot of cars parked along the side of it. With the direction I was facing, the street and cars were on my right side, and the houses were on the left. The houses were single story brick homes that had the feel of having been there from the 70s or 80s. The cars on the street were parked so tightly together that it looked like it would be impossible for any of them to get out if they needed to.
I think that the people that we were talking to may have actually been telling me to move my new truck because the street was already too crowded. Em and I wound up getting into the truck and leaving. We couldn't get the truck turned around where we were, so we went to the cul de sac at the end of the street to turn around. While we were there turning around, we started talking the grandfather of one of the people that we had just been speaking with. It turned out that he had died, and we were talking about his burial. I realized, as we were coming up to the cul de sac, that he had been buried on the far side of the cul de sac, right beside the road.
The headlights shown upon his grave for a moment, and I pointed it out to Em. It was a very fresh burial, and the pile of dirt was very rocky and course, and about 3 feet high. At first Em had been saying that he wasn't buried there, but after seeing the fresh burial plot, she realized he was. We got the truck turned around and left from the other end of the street.
We decided to go home, which was up on top of this big hill that had trees around the back side of it. After getting out of the truck, we decided to take the tree that was standing in the back of the truck and plant it. We dug a big hole right next to the driveway to put it in, but then we decided it was too late to continue planting the tree, so we stopped and went inside and went to sleep.
The next morning I got up and was walking through the house looking for the bathroom. There was a long hallway in the middle of the house that had 3 levels to it. It wasn't quite as much difference as multiple stories, but it was 3 to 4 feet difference between each level. From the direction I was heading in, the hallway was heading up. I got up to the second level, and the bathroom was up there on the left.
After leaving the bathroom, I looked up at the next level of the hallway, which was about 30 to 50 feet away, and there were three girls there that were between the ages of 10 and 13. Somehow I knew that they controlled that far end of the house even though they were just here for a visit.
I turned and left the hallway and wound up outside. I passed a number of people from work who were now up and milling around. There were a couple of people from the receiving department, such as John the temp (with the rough voice). There were also a lot of people from the key room. They were all standing around and admiring the new truck from a distance. They saw me and started asking who's it was, and I told them it was mine. They were surprised, but happy for me.
I went around to the other side of the truck and looked where I had dug the hole for the tree that was still sitting in the back of the truck. It was almost as if the hole were dug in the side of a hill that was about 3 feet high and 4 feet around, and it faced out towards the front of the hill, rather than straight up like it should for a tree.
While I was looking at the hole and the tree, Russ (from the key room) came up and started talking to me about the truck. He saw the extra tires and asked about them. I told him why I had them, and he looked at them for a moment and then at the truck. He said that all the tires were too big, and that's why they were all slipping on the rim a quarter of an inch. I looked at the front driver's side tire to see what he was talking about, and sure enough where the edge of the tire sits on the rim, it had slipped inwards on the rim about a quarter of an inch. It was like the rim stuck out because of it. This made it so the tire didn't have much grip on the rim, and the rim would just spin inside the tire if the gas were hit fast enough.
Russ started telling me that I should take the truck back and have them to "fix it" and give me the correct tires. As he said this, I was looking inside the cab of the truck, which seemed very old and shabby like it was an old farm truck or something. It was also very roomy, like maybe it was a big commercial truck inside or something. I saw someone in the passenger floor board having a look around, but I don't know who it was. Somehow, from inside the truck I also got a good look at the front tires of the truck, and I realized that those were the only ones that were "154", like the extras were labeled. All the others were higher numbers. When I say all the others, I mean the other six wheels. I noticed that the truck had four axles distributed evenly under the truck, so there were eight wheels total.
At this point I went back inside and decided to take a shower. I went to go back up to the bathroom, but the girls from earlier had blocked off the way using venetian blinds. They wouldn't move up or down or forward or back, but I tried to climb up through them, but I couldn't get through without destroying the blinds.
I turned around and went back towards the beginning of the hallway, and I wound up in grandmamma's kitchen. Mom was there, and I think she was dressed kind of like she was getting ready to go to a rave or something. He had on fairy wings and glitter on her cheeks and around her eyes.
Also in the kitchen are quite a few of the key and lock people from work again. Don (the one that looks like a gorilla), Cynthia (like a fat Whoopie Goldberg), and Pete (Teresa) were there for sure, as well as a couple of others. Grandmamma may have even been there, but I'm not sure. Anyway, Don had a model of the house that he was able to hold up and show everyone. When he did so, though, it was almost as if it pulled you in and you were standing inside the model itself.
He was talking about selling most of the house, even though it wasn't his to begin with, and keeping the master suite for himself and remodeling it to be like a small apartment. The master suite was upstairs in the attic area above the kitchen, which was supposed to have been at the far end of that blocked off hallway. You would enter through a normal sized door, and there was a 8 foot wide walkway, and on either side of it there was nothing. No floor, and nothing below it except a kind of a pit or something. At the far end of the walkway, which was about 20 feet long or so, was a loft/platform area where the master bedroom suite was actually supposed to be. The ceiling overhead was a very steep pitched roof, almost one like you'd expect to find far up north so the snow can all easily slide off.
Don was talking about covering over the left side of the pit, but leaving the right, and adding a bathroom and living space there, and keeping the far platform area for the bedroom. As he was talking about all of this, Cynthia was laughing at him because she thought that it was ridiculous and she was sure that he'd never follow through with it because he's too lazy and unmotivated to do anything except talk and brag about it.
After that, I left again and went back out to the truck.
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