Date: 8/28/2019
By cc_m
First I am browsing shoes in a small boutique lined floor to ceiling with sale shoe boxes, packed with women consumers, my father leaves immediately and I scramble to follow him, overwhelmed by the crowds. Next I am pulling a red Tesla, not mine but maybe my dad’s, into an electric car charging station, like a gas station, and try to maneuver the car to dock it but keep missing. Finally I get off to ask for help and upon returning the car is gone. I am ushered through a trapdoor to a hidden depot that is part of the station; like amazon, Tesla has distributed the product parts such that they are readily accessible and shipable. It’s possible that the car was taken apart to clear it out of the way because it had been left for too long, I am told. I search the piles of stacked car bodies high and low but do not find a the red model that I had. I am distraught in the moment but laugh when I wake up.