I dreamed last night that I got my Duster back together but it wasn't "broken" in when I left the Fraternal Order of Police hall and was followed by two girls in brown 1973 Mercury Capri with some sort of serious power plant in it. From roll I would pull away because they would blow off the tires and then they would run me down easily. I wanted a race from a dig but we followed each other through the city for what felt like hours and couldn't get a race done. What the heck kind of dream was that and what does it mean?
