Last night I dreamt that the girl from my previous Cadillac dream (… ) had come over to show me her new Rallycross spec Lancer Evolution IX. For some reason it sounded like a modified GT-R to which she replied that she had installed a some sort of implausible technobabble in the engine which have it the characteristic sound.

It was so much fun, hooning up back roads and see her smile and listening to her laugh in delight. We pull into a supermarket parking lot in which she turns to me and exclaims "your turn!" And leans in and gives me a kiss. We switch seats and as I put it in gear, I hear her tell "show me what you've got, sweetheart"

Logically, this is when I wake up... Son of a bitch.