80’s car tech was awesome…in my dreams
I had a very vivid dream last night. No, not THAT kind of dream. As dreams usually go, I’m a little fuzzy on the details, but it started with my being in some sort of warehouse parking lot. Someone was with me very briefly and he pointed to a car sitting there in the shade of the building, telling me to check it out. It was a bright tan color; I can’t think of a thing to compare it to other than sand. It had round headlights and chrome hubcaps, giving it a distinct 60’s to 70’s feel. It was not a long car or a gunboat like a Lincoln or Cadillac; it was short and stocky like a Dodge Dart.
I walked closer to it and could see the logo on the fender; written in shiny italics like the cars of the day, it said “Pineapple.” In my dream, that meant something, because I remember being all “ooo, it’s a Pineapple.” I somehow became aware that it was a 1987 model (despite its retro styling); I think maybe I looked at the paperwork in the glove box. Then I went around to the driver’s side and sat down. I don’t remember a thing about the interior other than that the dashboard was the exact same shiny tan color, and there was no steering wheel. It wasn’t missing like it had been removed; there was no place for one. There were a couple of push buttons labeled “1″ and “2″ on the lower left, and some other sort of control that I don’t remember just above them. On the right was a “Start” button, which I pushed. The car started right up.
I don’t know how I got it in gear, but suddenly it was moving. I remember thinking how cool it was; this car could steer itself! Only belatedly did I realize that I didn’t know where it was taking me. Suddenly the car was inside the warehouse, driving into a corner very slowly. I panicked, worrying about scratching the paint on this collector’s item. The owner was going to kill me! I started looking for a way to steer it or turn it off; there was nothing. It slowly creeped forward into the corner until it finally met the wall. The wall was made of blue corrugated metal and it started to bow out a little bit from the pressure of the fender; then the car stopped. I was relieved, but worried about how much damage I had done to the Pineapple.
Then I woke up.

