In my dream, I am standing next to a rather fancy sedan car with a number of people in it. I know most if not all of these people, but not intimately well. Maybe we're at school together or work together at the same place. The dream isn't clear on that.
The people and the car are headed out west to see the sights. There's nothing specific in the dream about which sights, but it's likely is the landscape (plains, forests, mountains, etc.) rather than cities.
At least on person in the car asks if I would like to come along on the trip. The car is rather full, and the ask was rather luke warm. If I didn't really want to go, I would have turned down the offer -- as I didn't want to cram myself and my stuff into an already crowded car. (The car has bench seats, with three people to sit in the front and four in the back.) But I really do want to go, so I say "Yes! Thanks!!" I understand that the rest of the folks in the car are not all that pleased, as the car seemed pretty full to start with, but no one was going to counter the invitation. So I'm going. And sure enough, the car is now absolutely crammed.
After we drive a while, we stop at a building out on the Plains somewhere. I think it's part restaurant and part gas station and maybe part motel -- these three in descending order. But we're certainly out of the car and into the building. While most of the folks are in an adjoining room, I walk around a bit in the rest of the building. What I notice is that the pitched ceiling is at least 15 feet high, rising to maybe 20 or 25 feet. My first and only thought about this is that it would be a wonderful place to juggle. I want to tell the lady who seems to be the proprietor of the establishment, but I think I don't get the chance.
We are now back at the sedan and getting ready for the next leg of our trip, and I look inside and see the guys with their luggage on their laps and grimacing at the crowded condition. I walk to the back of the car and open the trunk by simply pressing on the circular keylock. (I'm a bit surprised but pleased that the trunk opened that easily.) And behold, there's absolutely nothing in the trunk -- and a huge amount of space.
I bring this news to the guys who are already in the car, and soon most if not all the luggage is out of the cabin of the car and safely stowed in the trunk. When I go to get in the car with everyone else, I see that the only open place is in the front seat next to the window. Hey! I'm riding shotgun! It would seem possible -- and maybe likely -- that folks arranged this so that I get this highly prized seat as a "Thank you" for finding the trunk.
