I actually had an FRS dream last night. Really vivid.
I was in some random city with really wide streets and no traffic, but there were cars parked on the sides of the street. It was raining and I was in a red FRS (strange b/c I dislike red sports cars) and I was racing with about 100 other FRSs/BRZs. I saw a lot of people wreck. I was lucky, I spun once really well, but didn't damage the car. When I got to the finish, there was a girl I was talking to about the race. She was a fellow racer and it was a completely non-sexual interaction. We were just comparing race notes, and how we did. Then we saw a really shiny, colorful bar across the street. We went in and I couldn't decide what beer I wanted, so she suggested a whiskey beer. I wasn't sure, but then she showed me the bottle and it was less than 5%, so I said ok. But then I thought maybe it was a beer with a shot of whiskey dropped in (
) and maybe she was just trying to get me drunk, so I said no thanks.
And that was it. Weird, huh? Wth does it mean?
I don't condone street racing, btw. It was just a really vivid dream, so I though I'd share.
Have a great day!