Blocked Drive in Life Part 1

4.24.17

I'm driving on the highway home in LA. It's early evening, dimming light. The car runs out of gas (M forgot to fill it, though I feel guilty about not filling it myself and putting it on him). I ask people who all seem to have stopped their vehicles, and are now hanging out outside, picnicking, drinking beer, and then people decline, and then I'm exploring this nearby building going in and out and around and back in again, and there's a receptionist at a desk in the lobby and I think it's perhaps an apartment building? It's all white and very airy and then I'm outside again and it's windy and I'm asking this family if they have any gas, and the dad says he thinks he has some but will have to go home to get it and I'm like no no and at that same moment I feel an extreme head-cold coming on, my nose starts running and mucus fills my throats and my head becomes foggy and voice super horse, and the dad reappears instantly with this little can with a nozzle, which I drop into a puddle but pick back up and fill up the car and say thanks and drive home and then find out I'd filled the car up wrong (there was a plastic bag inside the gas canister, which I'd filled up instead of the tank), and that I'd had enough gas to get home all along! I think my friend Mikey from San Francisco is there and tells me this, though I'm not exactly sure who it was......