Bad dad visit

Date: 9/3/2022

I went to visit my dad before work. He had a little toddler and another young kid. Eight about when it was time to start getting ready, the toddler stuck his hands in the ice and he had chicken pox, so I decided I had to melt all of the ice. This made me a little behind in getting ready. Them I couldn't fund my work clothes or make up. When I finally got all of my work clothes found and on, it was about time to leave and I still hasn't done my make up. I found my makeup and was starting to so it and realized it wasn't mine, it was for a little girl , so it looked terrible I quickly washes it off and decided I'd just do my makeup I'm the car on the way. Then I couldn't fi d my shoes amd started to freak out a bit be ause I didn't want to be late, and I knew I would be. My dad found some shoes that I could wear. Then I got into his car so he could drive me around to my car. Instead he stopped at a store. I was super mad and he was taking his time so I went inside to hurry him and there was a big line. The person leaving had a mean chihuahua that was barking, so I held the door to let them out amd stood behind the door, so I wouldn't get attacked. Another person in line had a cute, tiny bunny. I petted it and it bit me hard and wouldn't let go. Finally I got my finger out of its mouth and my dad paid and we finally left. At this point I was going to be a half hour late. So we get back to the house. I go out to my car amd realize I parked on the other side of the house. So I went inside to cut through to the other side. I had to go down some stairs and when I had my hand on the railing some paint chipped off and stuck into my arm. When I pulled it out, my arm started to bleed pretty bad. My dad grabbed a towel and I help pressure until it stopped. Now it was about 15 minutes until I was supposed to be at work and it was an hour drive. I get to my car, get in start the cat, and start to go. Then I noticed there was a man's shirt in the car and the steering wheel was different and the emergency brake was different. So I realized the neighbor must have had the exact same car as me. I hot the brakes, bit the car wouldn't stop. It just kept going and was going very fast. Like 70 MPH. I tried to call 911 for help, but (common theme in my dreams) I couldn't get the phone to dial correctly. I tried a few times worhout success and this is where I woke up.