This dream was both funny and stressful at the same time. It started out being at a university and me and a small group of people were going out of town for a very important meeting and it was imperative to meet there at a specific time which was a few hours (unrealistic but it was a dream). Everyone was filing into the parking lot and getting into their cars and I was left circling the parking lot looking and looking for my car but it was not where I know it was parked. I tried many times to get people to call the police but they would just stand there and look at me with these sad eyes. I got tired of it and went next door to a mechanics shop and asked him if he had seen a car like mine but he spoke a language that I didn't understand and then he was trying to sell me tires. I tried using Spanish, German, Korean and even Chinese but he couldn't understand me and I couldn't understand him, so I left. Just at that moment, I saw my car leaving the parking lot and I ran after it. Once I caught up to the car, I pried open the door and who do I see? Ice Cube, but a lot younger like when he was in NWA. He looked at me like I was crazy or something and shoved me back away from the car and I landed on my butt. Just at that moment the people with sad eyes showed up and started pulling Ice Cube out of the car and beating him up. He ran off with a few of the people running after him and I thanked the people. When Ice Cube was in the car, it was exactly my car down to the stickers on the back of my car but now that I climbed in it, it looked different. I drive a Neon and this thing looked now like a beat up 1980's Supra. Also the interior of the car looked like it was made of cardboard and falling apart. The sad eyed people were still looking at me when I said, "Um, this isn't my car..." Out of nowhere, Aunt Esther from Sanford & Son comes out of the crowd and says something like, "What're you talking about Sucka, you mean we beat up the wrong guy?" I didn't know what to say then she said, "Come on, let's get him!" and then they started beating me up. All I can remember is running for my life in a tattered suit that I was supposed to be wearing for a meeting in about 30 minutes halfway across the continental US. You can join Unsolved Mysteries and post your own mysteries or interesting stories for the world to read and respond to Click hereScroll all the way down to read replies.Show all stories by Author: 62956 ( Click here )
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