Honking

Date: 3/1/2020

I’m not sure where to begin with this dream. At home, Coal was alive. I saw him running around the house. In the front yard there were cars parked, and on the hill were mines planted by a mobster. I told my dad and he got out thermal vision goggles to detect them. He successfully removed one, but the second mine blew him up. Anyway, I was at a local community college. I saw people from Science Hill roaming around the campus. One part of the parking lot had some older cars for sale. I went up to the cockpit of an old Beatle with RHD, and started playing with the steering wheel and gear shifter. There was a note scratched on a panel that said not to touch, and it was dated: “02/29/1108.” I started honking the horn. Surprisingly, ever time I’d honk, someone else in the main parking lot would honk back. I started honking more and more and eventually there was a choir of honks going off. The where was a rhythm that we had a achieved and everyone was listening. After I honked one last time, students everywhere started cheering us on. I stepped onto the main parking lot and some of the other guys who honked with me started congratulating me. Afterwards, I walked through the building and looked down upon the cafeteria. I punched the plexiglass window so I could jump down, and I made it to another story and walked passed Gus Fring. I went inside of a bathroom that had a toilet and a bathtub, and looked like it was designed in the early 20th century. Lastly, I went inside a damp and dusk staircase room, and started making my way downstairs.