Kasey's 'Vette and Other Situations

I was in a garage, a huge one, constructed mostly of tin and concrete, as most garages are. In drives Kasey Kahne, my favorite American NASCAR race car driver in a shiny red corvette. He parks the car and stands near me for a while talking, he's in his firesuit and I'm thinking the whole thing is pretty neat, me being able to talk to him. Then I'm sitting somewhere above a ramp that goes down into a bay from somewhere inside the garage. I'm watching as slowly Kasey's corvette and a really nice maroon pickup slowly roll down the ramp into the bay. I ask one of the men what we do now and he nonchalantly said we'll just have to tell Kasey he no longer has a 'vette. The dream meandered and I was in an office in the same building, it looked out on a fine garden full of flowers and flowering bushes. My brother was there and was about to smoke marijuana. I was anxious to have some as well, though in waking life I don't do illegal drugs. The dream meandered again and I was in another office, this one overlooked an expansive bay. A rather distinguished man came into the garage with his young daughter, she was I'd say 18. He'd done a favor for the man who owned the shop, now the owner was repaying the favor by giving the man a tape/book lesson plan on Opera for his daughter. She sang some for us and had a lovely voice. Then I woke up.