Dream

Last night I dreamed my mom and I were going to Honduras. Along the way, we stopped at a gas station for something to eat. I got a Margarita meat wrap/sandwich/roll and a soda. When we got up to the dirty, candy-filled counter to pay, the woman behind the register was very nice. If this little meal was going to set us back in spending, I could feel better because she has a knock-out smile. When our little bill came to about 29 dollars for two items, my mom sighed loudly. She hung her head and we waited there in front of the counter. Was she waiting for the woman to changer mind? Does my mom not know that its not up to her how much we pay, because she just works there? I looked around and found no one to be waiting in line behind us. There was no one yet. I reached into my pocket and fished out my wallet while my mom, still hanging her head, was looking at the counter as if her life was in the hands of this poor gas station attendant. Yet, neither woman budged. The women, cheerful as ever, happily kept telling us the price we owed and even told went into her spiel about other yummy products we might be interested in. -Like hell that would ever happen. I took out my debit card and handed it to the women, crossing the tension filled counter that lay between the women. My mom didn't say anything, but just turned and headed towards the door. In a fit of rage I was not quite sure how to explain, mom angrily grabbed one of the plastic-wrapped cups stacked in a pyramid on display, for sale. She tore the wrapping off it faster than I had ever seen. I looked around to see what commotion she was making, but on one was there. By the time I looked back at her and realized she was a thief, she was filling her new cup with ice and soda. Back on the road, I was really nervous at any moment, I would see red and blue police lights in the rear-view mirror. Although, it did not happen. However, The Bond family from many years ago showed up. All ten or so, of them. No sooner did it seem odd that they were actually running along side our car with the grace of a brisk walk, that I found they could turn into house cats at any moment they desired. And they did along the way. They wrestled and played and still kept up with us. "How the hell are they doing that," I thought. Then, I began thinking about how we would actually get to our destination of the little town of "La Villa de San Antonio," and I worried no one would pick us up from the airport when we arrived. It did not occur to me in that moment that we were driving the whole way. I do not know the streets of our arrival city, Tegucigalpa. What if we get shot driving through? That won't help us at all.
...And so we just kept driving and driving. The Bonds just kept turning into cats. My mom tried to enjoy herself but could not because of that damn woman behind the counter and I began drinking from her stolen cup on accident. When I drank it all, only leaving the ice, I looked at my mom. She looked straight ahead as if hypnotized by the oncoming road. "She's gonna be mad at me," I thought.