Just bumping along...

Last night I dreamt that I was driving around my hometown of Chicopee, Massachusetts in a bumper car. It even had the little bar up the back. It was painted in blue and pink stripes. I couldn't control it, so I called my big brother to ask him if I could borrow some money (not sure what one has to do with the other). He wrote me 6 checks: one for $100, one for $67, one for $33, one for $210, one for $7, one for $500. Then I got back into the bumper car to head for the bank before it closed (in my dream I knew the time: it was 6:30 pm) and the dang car wouldn't go fast enough.

Have at it, Freud.