I was yelling for my son not to cross the street, because a car was coming straight at him!
My son was ok; but the driver got out and shouted at him, though it was clearly the driver's fault (you know how you can see everything in dreams). He had stepped on the gas instead of the break when he saw my son and was about to blame him for it when mama hen read him the riot act instead.
~Submitted by rdl of when i grow up
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