Dream Car

In my dream, I test drove a new GM vehicle.  It was the size and shape of my old ‘77 Pontiac Phoenix, and the dashboard looked the same: the spedometer was a big rectangle with a fat, red needle wobbling left and right; the modern stereo looked like an AM radio with the big white knobs.  The cabin was big but not roomy, and the interior was done in green vinyl and plastic.  It was a completely ridiculous car, but I felt like buying it.  Then I woke up.