Dream About Marilyn Monroe Driving Car No Brakes Purse Stolen Bus Trip

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I had a dream that I was with Marilyn Monroe and she wanted to drive this car. I remember having this dream before. But she wanted to have me go drive this car. It didn't have brakes on it. And so we pulled into the driveway and we were changing the brakes on the car. And I remember the car being the same car as last time. And I told her, well, you know, last time, you know, I don't want to drive this car. I don't like the brakes on it. And she was like, well, I can change the brakes on it. And so she changed the brakes on the car. And something happened. We were supposed to go somewhere. But she ended up driving the car somewhere and actually hitching a ride back. And I asked her, Marilyn, where is the car? Oh, we were trying to go and get something to eat. And we were trying to go and get something to eat to McDonald's. I had put my purse and phone that was in a light green box in the front seat on the floor. And she drove off with it. And I was expecting her to come back. But she did, but without the car. She said she went and dropped the vehicle off to the owner. And I got really mad at her. I said, well, you know my purse and my phone is in that car. I need that car. I need that car. So I got flustered for a little bit. And then I was like, well, I'll just, you know, call the phone that's in the car. I called the phone that's in the car. And the guy answered. And I said, could you please drop it off to me? I need my things. So he turned it around. He came. And for some reason, Marilyn had been down to show her underwear because she wanted to hitch a ride so we could go to McDonald's. But I told her all my money is in my purse. So we have to wait on the guy to get back. So I looked at the track my phone in the app. And he was all the way almost two and a half hours away. So we waited on him to come. And then he came. But for some reason, it was the same car, same steering wheel, same seats. But I guess the vehicle had got bigger where there were people on the car, in the car. And it was a bunch of teenagers. And I had saw the girl as I approached. I got into the vehicle. The vehicle had turned into a bus. So I had gotten into the bus. And I saw the girl throw my purse from her seat over to the seat that was across from her. And she looked directly at me when she did it. So I'm like, where's my purse? Where's my purse? I look inside my purse. And I was yelling and I was screaming at her. And I was like, oh, give me all my shit. Give me my shit. Give me my phone. Give me this. Give me that. And I was just rustling around in the bag for my belongings to check to see if everything was there. And it was. I almost. And then there was a bunch of stuff on the floor that I had to pick up. And I told her, you don't have to steal. You're still in school. You can get a job and they will pay you like actual money, actual cash. You don't have to steal stuff. And then at the last minute, I remembered my phone. And I got my phone that was in the box. And then that was pretty much it. People were calling Marilyn Monroe dumb and all types of stuff.