Nazis invade my dreams.

[sistawendy]

I dreamt that I'd sold a couple of books to Nazis over the internet, and I'd agreed to deliver them to two different houses. The houses looked cheap and messy, as you'd expect, and the Nazis looked nebbishy, as they usually do.

One of them asked me what I drove. "A Prius," I said. "It's kind of beat up, though." To protect myself from an accusation of elitism? I don't know. They didn't read me as trans, though, so that's good. When I went out to my car, I saw that I'd apparently done a terrible job of parking, and it was a Ford Pinto, part of it painted amateurishly, not my actual Prius.

Things I want to know:

1. What are Nazis doing in my dreams?
2. What was I doing with books of interest to Nazis?
3. Why would I sell them to Nazis and thereby indoctrinate them further?
4. Why on earth would I agree to deliver them in person?
5. Where the hell is my Prius? Oh wait, the Wendling probably has it.
6. But a Pinto? Those damn things are deathtraps!
7. I can't believe I'd drive a car that looked that trashy, even in a dream that isn't so great.