Last night I was at my boss’ house. She needed me to run an errand for her. So I left her house and went immediately to the gas station as I was out of gas (as I am currently). I pulled in and my car died. I didn’t even get up to the pump. Out came two of the gas station workers all dressed in gas station garb—tan full body jumpsuits. There was also a repair garage attached. And, it just happened to be a school classmate and her brother. I have NO idea what brought these two into my dream. Somehow we got my car to the gas pump and I remembered that I didn’t have any money (as I don’t right now). I didn’t have any cash nor any money in the bank. What was I to do?

I asked my classmate if I could punch in the credit card number at the pump instead of using the actual card. She thought it would work as long as I knew the CID number. So I used my bosses credit card number—she won’t mind, I thought. I keyed in the numbers because I know them by heart (for real). I keyed in the expiration date and the CID number as requested. Then, it had a fourth step. It gave me a choice of stuff that the credit card holder did this week. One was the correct answer. I can’t remember all of them but it was something like: a) went to the doctor b) took a test at the …. c) bought some deodorant at Walgreens and so on…. There were five choices. Whatever I chose was wrong. So no gas for me. My classmate was gone after that, but I remember seeing her brother roaming around. I went into the gas station and out several times. I was there for about 2 hours fretting about what to do. Her brother put five dollar bills in my purse. The dream was over.