Last night I had a dream in which I took my car, which happened to be a red Mazda Miata, to the drive-through car wash. But instead of sitting in the car, you followed it through the was, and it was like a river you had to wade through. When my car was out of the drive-through, it had a flat tire, was covered in dried mud, and the convertible soft-top was caved in. I immediately complained to the manager and he said he’d take care of it. Right before I woke up from the dream, my Miata was strung up vertically like a gamefish, and workers were busily cleaning and waxing it.