Cruising in a Land Yacht

So, a couple nights ago I had a dream, I don't always remember my dreams, but sometimes I have some doozies that stick with me after I wake up.  For some reason I dreamed of the Chevy Caprice my mom had when I was little.  I dreamed that I saw one somewhere and tried to take a picture with my phone. Now, no matter how hard I tried and no matter what I did, every picture I took turned out fuzzy.  I drove all over the place following this car everywhere trying to get another picture.  Now that I think about it, seems I remember I had the same dream about Nathan Fillion a while back.  I saw him out in public and he agreed to take a selfie with me and no matter how hard I tried, the picture wouldn't come out.  I followed him around repeatedly asking him to take more pictures.  He was kind and gracious every time (he really is ruggedly handsome). I was mortified.  Okay, I'm officially noticing a trend.  I was trying to decide if the car dream had some deep and existential meaning or if it was just, you know, a weird dream.  Now I'm sure that there is some sort of psychosis at work. Apparently I have a not so subtle fear that I totally suck at taking pictures?  Hmmmm......

Don't know what a Chevy Caprice looks like?  By my guess it was somewhere between a 67 and 70 model.  I was born in 70 and I remember mom driving it for years.  I don't have any real pictures of it.  My mom didn't believe in pictures.  I'm not sure if she didn't like the way she looked or if it was the fact that she was so tall and ended up getting her head cut off in most of them.  So, I don't have a lot of pictures of my childhood.  So I found a picture online of the car in question.  The color is right, but the finish on ours was more dull.  Although, the picture really doesn't do it justice to show how big this car was.  Of course, it could be I was a smaller person at the time.  I remember being able to lay down in the back seat and completely stretch out.  You had to pull down the license plate to get to the gas cap and the trunk could have fit more dead bodies than I am comfortable admitting.  I have no memory of when we got rid of it.  I just remember when my mom had her newer car after this one. This one was blue beacon of my childhood and will always hold a special place in my heart.

I love cars, I pride myself on being able to identify most cars by the body style.  Maybe the Blue Bomber was the one that started it all.  Who knows. If I had the funds for the upkeep, I'd own a classic car of some sort.  Technology is nice but these cars totally still rock.  What can I say, I'm an old soul.

So, completely random post but then, I've warned you guys about these.