dear diary

another dream I had, not last night, the one with the cat, but the night before. It was like the 1970s and somehow I had been gifted or came into possession of the latest bad ass Cadillac. And I called some associates and said I got this Cadillac, let's go on a ride, and when I pulled up and got out for them to enter, they were huge fat, mafioso dudes. And I was like OK yeah here I'll sit in the front with you guys unless there's no room. And the two huge guys, there was no room, and I said here I'll just jump in the back, and I jump in the back and there's like three or four maybe five other individuals when I get in there and one guy has to lay over a couple others were their head and hair is in front of me. And I'm like right I'll deal with it; their hair was kind of long and greasy and I was like well least won't be dandruff. And so the two big guys are driving around we're all seeing what this new car can do, and he's like driving over the corners of curbs, just plowing right over them, and the Cadillac is taking it fine. And I'm like Jesus I don't want him to fuck up the car. then after that, I remember we were in some building and there was writing on the wall about a dragon and I know there's more to the dream but I can't remember it right now