Two nights ago I had the strangest dream. Two market women drove into my car. As I was berating them for their reckless driving, one of the women said: “Ah, but you what’s wrong with you? Why are you upset, your car isn’t even nice. Look at the back.” At this I got so upset, felt so hurt, that I began bashing her with my handbag. Fortunately, I was woken up at this point, who knows how long the beating would’ve lasted otherwise. (In the dream I felt so genuinely hurt, I was furious, my mind clouded with rage).
What does this mean? Am I so in love with my old Volvo? Or am I just crazy? Which of the two would be better?