I was at an auto show looking at cars. I stop in front of a rundown, dirty, olive green 1933 fixer-upper. It was an adorable car. I notice my mother as she gets out of the car next to the '33. She's pretending to listen to the salesman's pitch, but she sees me and comes over to look at my find instead. The salesman follows her, but doesn't say a thing. I'm enthused as i look over the beaten-up car, but mom is a little reserved and mentioned how is my dad going to feel about it (as in he's not going to like it). But i can tell underneath it all she likes the '33 too.
i woke up to an urgent phone call from my mother calling about a nor'easter coming my way and that my father says do not drive the car!
of course, like all weather predictions (at least those made on tv) it was horribly, horribly wrong.
but i thought it was funny that the year was like the date. 1933, or '33, relating to march 3, or 3-3.
its not just that 3 is one of my favorite numbers, if that was the case, it would've been a 1934 and the dream a day early.