I’ve been having a series of dreams with Mini Coopers in it.
It started Monday with me sitting on a park bench, wasting my time with inane thoughts about the previous night when one of those Coops passed by. It had three tin cans on a string and ribbons attached to its rear making clanking noises. A man in a suit was running after it, following him was an awkward-looking bride with a pair of stilettos on one hand and a bouquet of flowers on the other. It was comical, the way they run and make haste as their ride went on and on without even honking. The bride tripped in front of me while I was trying to realize how the situation is more of a tragedy than a sitcom.
Tuesday, it was a bit fuzzy, but I cannot forget those headlights that only a Mini Cooper can wear. I am addressing headlights similar to a fashion frenzy would do with clothes, especially if one is showered with first class auto accessories all over. My second Cooper episode must be fuzzy, but it was the details that made this one interesting. It had headlights that glimmers like it had a pair the most sparkly pair of eyes and a weirdly-shaped side-mirrors that reminded me of a friend’s earrings.
The Mini Cooper was disguised as a truck come Wednesday. It’s insane how it starts to build a character with such immense transformation. One minute it was its normal mini self, then in a split second – BOOM! It’s ten times wider and taller, a whole shopping mall can fit inside it.
Such insane dreams, eh?
Don’t underestimate Thursday. This is the day my Mini Cooper dream series started to get exciting. I was trying to get some decent sleep (how funny, sleeping in my dream) when a familiar honk echoed from the corner.
It was him, riding the Mini Cooper.
The one I have been waiting for.