I drove a Ferrari
… In my dreams today.
A friend of mine won/got a bunch of money and apparently was giving it to me, or at least some sizeable portion.
The dream began at the airport while she was ‘fugitive’-like, disguissed and trying to walk out without being caught by a random person trying to steal the money.
Passed the gates and fooled the thief, she passed me a key. Asking mr to look out for a red car. She must have thought it would be nice getting a car with some of the cash. So I ran toward whatever red car was within sight. O this is the airport’s car park adjoining some hotel.
It wasn’t the Kancil. She says look for the car with the number plate 09. It wasn’t the other red sedan. Then behind the screen of bamboo, there VIP cars were parked. I saw a red, well… Ferrari. And it was 09. And she smiled. Wohoo 
Got it. Turned it on, and unfortunately remembered nothing about the interior. But remembered banging into a car parked near-by thanks to the ill arranged side mirror. Didn’t have time to adjust the side mirrors see, I was also running away from- em I dunno what.
Conscience kicked in, and I drove a round and parked and tried looking for her or leave a number to call if there was a dent to the back of the car nearby. Sorta seemed superficial though, the reverse-bang into the other car. So that part of the story ended then.
I was in the airport or hotel and my friend had changed into a dress for someone’s wedding. They were waiting and preparing for something. I sat next to a young girl. She asked for help to tie some sort of flower thingy wt a cable tie. Vividly I reached out my hand and woke from the dream.
Dreams so intriguing. I am in constant wonderment what each of the elements that make up the story mean. I may or may not know. All in due time and course.