sallybrarian

I'm driving on a highway with a lot of curves and exit ramps. I don't seem to know where I'm going and I'm driving so fast I can't really comprehend everything I'm passing. Then I'm driving out in the country near where we turn to go to my mother in law's house. The car's battery runs out and the car just slows down and splutters to a halt on the side of the road. I have our huge yellow flashlight we save for emergencies with me and am walking along the road; it's nighttime. Some old man with gray hair and a beard is out walking his dog. He tries to get me to make out with him and I decline. I say that I'm sick and cough for good measure. He asks me why I'm out and I say the car battery died. I turn back to the car and it is Barbie car-sized. I think I insert some toy sized batteries in it and put my right hand on top rolling the Prius back and forth like I'm playing in a sandbox.