I had a dream the other night that the man singing this song, Fred Knittle, was parked in a beautiful old red Cadillac with perfect white leather interior. It was so gorgeous, I walked up to the window and asked if I could have a ride in it. He told me he was waiting on someone else that he was expecting soon, but then waved his hand and said, "Alright, get in, but we gotta hurry up." We took off so fast I was stuck to the back of the seat, it was in a city, and in the conscious world I'm sure there would've been an accident within 25 seconds. Pretty soo we were slowing down a little and we were behind a brand new red-orange Mustang coupe and he said (except now it was in my Grandma's voice) that he didn't usually like new things, but he's really love to drive that Mustang and see how it handled. It looked just like this one:
Next thing, we're in a large corridor, like at a school or hospital, and he's walking up to a black man dressed in a nice suit. I asked if I could please keep him a little longer, but was told that wouldn't work, and I'd gotten more time than I should've already.
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