Not long after I moved to Ridge Road, Kallista, I had this dream. I travel down the hill in my car to a shopping center, it is some strange amalgam of existing ones. It does not really exist. There are several cafes. In one are my friends. In others are people who live in the local area. All are full. From time to time the arrangement of the streets change. People are curious. The weather is mild. I go in with my friends. When I come out my car (back then a red ford laser) has been damaged. The back of it is bashed in as if by another car. Strangely I am annoyed and curious rather than upset.