Dream 2020.4.24

Several people are sculpting a clay tablet in the form of an 8" floppy disk. They are having trouble getting it thin enough. One daughter says "I can't do this anymore," and gives up sculpting it thinner and thinner. The father tells her that this is his legacy and how he wants his knowledge preserved. They slide the halves of the disk sculpture apart and he presents his finest work: the disk media, or a sculpture of it. I ask what is being preserved on it and he shows me a screen with a config.sys file that causes Windows XP to boot in record time. He shows me on a computer and when you turn it on, the OS is usable almost instantly, with graphics and fonts loading in a second after everything is ready.

At night, the line outside Taco Bell wraps around the restaurant, and both drive-thru lanes are packed. I stand around the doorway for a moment, and then I pretend I'm tired of waiting and leave. This causes everyone else to decide they're leaving and they all vanish from the line, and the same goes for the cars. I get in the drive-thru and order, and I'm informed that whatever I ordered doesn't have its correct sauce right now but they can still make it but it might taste kinda weird because it needs a certain lemon sauce. I say that's fine so I drive on through. I am now standing in line inside, where the interior is a mix of collectibles stores Starbase 21 and Vintage Stock. There are sci-fi toys and tons of Game & Watches for sale. I see variant models I've never seen before so I pick up a cheap "Octopus 3-D" for $8.95. I also notice a "Mario Bros. Arcade Edition" and show my family who are now here also. Finally arriving at the cash register, I've found several other items on my way through the line. My dad's friend rings me up and gives me a ton of change and single bills for the $75 I handed him and it's extremely hard to follow his explanation of how much change there is and he keeps dropping the coins everywhere. I finally exit to the gas station parking lot and see some people I was with waiting on a motorcycle. I can't hold my stuff so I take it to the back seat of my car. As I sit down to organize, I see Mom driving my electric 80s Firebird away very poorly. Someone inside touches the roof and sparks fly. The interior of the car starts to burn so I get out and start yelling. I'm very upset because it turns out my younger brother was driving and every time he drives one of my electric cars it bursts into flames. The car turns around and they finally get out and walk down the street towards me.