Small Car Dreams

Last night I had the most vivid dream. I had travelled to a large house with my son with the express purpose of him purchasing a Smart ForTwo car off the occupier. We looked around the car and it seemed okay, so my son went inside to pay the guy the £350 asking price. I sat in the driver's seat and checked out the instrument panel, which was a cardboard box with a piece of paper that had been laser printed with a rev counter and speedometer stuck on the front. I was about to flag it up to my son when I realised that underneath that printed instrument panel was a video screen that was showing the interior of the guy's house; all fake Roman columns and weird statues of various animals. A button under the screen allowed me to swap between shots from what must have been CCTV cameras in his house. My son came out, brushed the pile of cherry blossom off the roof, got in the driver's seat and we drove off, only to be stopped by the police car that had appeared behind us. It turned out none…