looking for gas

Date: 9/20/2016

Was driving around at night with my old friend Tom looking for gas. We found a station that was open pretty quick. Then we got into his truck which was parked at the gas station for some reason and went out driving again. Now we were looking for a gas station for him along a stretch of road slowly getting more forested and remote as we drove. Now all the gas stations were closed and he muttered obscenities under his breath whenever he saw another closed one. (Note: Before finally crashing my girlfriend and I were searching for a gas station up and down a road in Oregon at almost 1am. We saw about three or four closed stations before finally finding a Chevron that was still open. Very interesting how this was immediately represented in my dream.) After that I was at my school and people I didn't know where having a slumber party of sorts all over the halls. I came up to a wood counter and saw my wallet sitting there. I have a kind of fancy wallet with a black, white and red Native American design on it. I picked it up but I felt my wallet in my pocket where it always is. I pulled it out and it looked just like mine with its usual were and tear. I thought someone must have the same wallet which was strange me.