Monday, March 25, 2013

In Dreams - "That's a Sweet Corvette"

I'm on a military installation, walking in front of the base/post exchange (couldn't tell if it was an Air Force base or Army post). There were a few reserved spots for senior officers and handicapped drivers. In one of the parking spots was a silver Corvette convertible. It was a recent vintage (maybe 2 or 3 years old). I was in fair condition, with one glaring issue. On the right side panel, just forward of the rear wheel well, was a large circular dent. It was as if someone had taken a pile-driver to the car.

Anyway, as I walked past the car, I could look inside the cockpit (since the ragtop was down). It was beautiful. The keys were in the console, so I helped myself. I didn't feel any stress, as one would presumably feel if one was actually stealing a car.

I got in the driver's seat, and the leather felt smooth and soft. I started the engine, and I heard a powerful growl. I could feel my heartbeat accelerate a bit. I shifted into reverse, backed out of the parking spot, and took off. The 5-speed shifter was well-engineered - shifting was a breeze.

I cruised around base for a bit, never getting over the speed limit. It was a sunny spring day, and I felt so content during this cruise around base. What I didn't feel was the dread one would expect after stealing an expensive car. I didn't feel the fear that some base policeman would pull up behind me and arrest me.

I went to another building on the other side of base and parked the Corvette. It must have been lunch time, because a large group of people poured out of the building's front door. They seemed happy and not rushed. I went inside the building, but large sections of the building seemed uninhabited. It was as if the building was "going out of business", with the lunch bunch being a remnant of the folk who worked there.

I came out of that building, and decided to go back to my point of origin. I stopped off at a base gas station to put some petrol in the tank. The parking spot where I found the Corvette was still open, so I put the sports car back from where I got it. I shut off the engine, left the keys on the console where I found them, and walked away.

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