StonedApe

I walked out of my house and got into a tan Saturn. I decided to take it instead of my car because it had better gas mileage. From the moment I started it I had thoughts like whose car is this, are they gonna need it. I was suspiscious of my surroundings but didn't come to the conclusion it was a dream. I put all my money(8$) in the gas tank. It nearly filled it which at first made me happy but then I realized I had no money to do whatever I left the house to do. I tried to call David but he didn;t answer. I drove around aimlessly. I stopped at an intersection for this all natural restaurant with all these signs about eating healthy.

I pulled in somewhere nearby. I was in this building that looked like an airport riding this plane of glass like it was a snowboard. It moved on it's own even on flat ground. There was an old guy next to me on a skimpy matress fashioned into a scooter in the same way. It moved without wheels. Most people were walking but I saw some other scooters. I remember feeling bad because there was something I needed to do but couldn't remember what. THis feeling distracted me from how fun riding on a piece of glass was. I focused on it for a second. I rode down some long stairs and thought this is unreal, like something in a dream or a video game, but I still didn't become lucid.

Then I was in this place that looked like a bathroom, and part of it turned into one later as I walked around. It said Toledo Museum of Space in big metal letters. Around this time I somehow bit into a piece of glass. I freaked out a little and started looking for a drinking fountain so I could rinse my mouth out. I saw a button next to this strange contraption and assumed it was one, but when I got close I noticed it was some kind of audio for the display. However there was a drinking fountain right next to it. There was I woman standing near it on her cell phone talking to the management about how it was broken and her son desperately needed some water, even some hot water would do. When she moved I used it like there was nothing wrong with it at all.

I spit out bits of glass, then a quarter, then half of my tooth. It was my back molar on the bottom left. I walked around feeling bad about losing it wondering if it was because of the new toothpaste I've been using. A little girl had a bottle of purple windex and was spraying it just for fun. I covered the nozzle with my hand as I walked passed to keep from being sprayed in the face. The parents of the girl finally noticed and tried to stop her. I felt very depressed about my tooth and all my actions were limp and lifeless walking around aimlessly.