Anxiety was for nothing. Annoyed at myself. Must investigate further.
It's a relief to declare "I'm glad this week is over" and having actually worked a job rather than sitting on my ass or working half days since Usury, Inc. doesn't know how to manage its finances.
Obviously I was scared out of my wits but instead of complacently sitting in the passenger seat and waiting for it to be over I was shouting at him, calling him fuck-ass crazy and to fucking slow down. As we started heading west again on Route 22 there were hundreds of white motorcycles in front of us.
Their presence pissed off my father. He gunned the engine and got within an inch of their rear wheels. That's when they decided to pop wheelies and the car lurched foward. I had teleported away much to my relief.
Rest of the dream was waiting for my father to show up so I could chastise him for his driving and say he deserved whatever the cops did to him.
