Yuppie's Dream Journal

Anyway, I'm in this house thing, it seems indian.. for some reason. We're going to this wedding, Laura tells me to smile when I come out of the house, because there are lots of media. Dad's going to walk down the street and get a limo, but I hop in a flash car. "Dad!" I shout, he looks over. "What time will I see you?"
He begins to answer, but the car I'm in starts drifting around the house. "DUDE!" I say, in disbelief at how rude this guy is. We come around again, and I attempt to communicate with dad, but the guy revs his engine, to stop us hearing each other, and we drive down the street, I look back, and dad is walking where he's supposed to go. The guy starts talking to me, but it sounds exactly like my dad. I can't tell if it is, because I can't see him. Suddenly he says something along the lines of "It's hard to tell, this one time I indicated left, and went up two streets and turned right infront of the guy who was turning left" I watched him do exactly this, and we were in a small shopping centre parking lot thingy. I get out of the car, and walk towards the record store, I wake up.
I attempt to deild, but it doesn't work.