I had a dream about waiting for a flower arranging workshop to start in the back of a Walmart where they keep all their chairs, including these uncomfortable metal folding chairs that were listed as orthopedic back supports. I thought about buying one but it was really expensive.
Most of the people left but I kept waiting. I was stuck talking with a girl who I recognized as my brother's ex-fiancee (who does not exist in reality). She had a fetish for pretending and dressing her partners up as babies, which led to break off their engagement. She seemed interested in me now, which was concerning.
The instructor finally came, but they just wanted to sell chairs so I left. The pouring rain made it hard to see and I nearly drove into the mailbox which was mounted in the middle of a turn lane onto the city bridge.