Foreword: I once mentioned in the ASSD newsgroup that many of my story ideas come to me in dreams. I keep a pad and pen on my nightstand, and jot down my dreams in the middle of the night. In the morning, I review my nocturnal notes, and find that some ideas can be worked into usable plots while others are little more than useless rants. Well, this is the weirdest one yet. So enjoy! Or not. Whatever...
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He was standing in the cavernous warehouse with the other job applicants. The supervisor led him through the maze of rooms, and past stacks and stacks of goods on high steel shelves. He didn't get the job, however. So he had to figure out how to sneak his home stereo system off his desk and get it back home so that the other employees wouldn't think he was stealing it from the store.
He walked outside to the small parking area but no one was there, and not a vehicle in sight. He walked out of the lot onto the road that ran along the edge of the cliff in both directions. However, the road to the west ended in a cuddle-sac. And the road to the right ended at a washed out bridge far below. There was no way to leave!
He stood there waiting, when a bus drove by and stopped. He got on, but the driver was sleeping in the back. He got in the driver's seat, and drove off.