The One Where The Emergency Kit’s Full of Weird Stuff

So, I’m in a small car, the make of which I can’t determine. In the car with me is an old work colleague (again, but a different one to the one in the Angry Dwarf dream) and we’re driving along a road in what looks like an industrial estate. There are no other cars around and we can see no people either. Suddenly the car starts to handle really badly and a warning light on the dashboard lights up. The picture on the display is a basic side view of the car with the rear passenger-side wheel flashing, indicating that that tyre is flat.

We pull into a driveway that leads to a few small industrial units – garages, lock-ups, that sort of thing. I get out and see the tyre. Although we’re in a road-going car, the wheels are no bigger than those you’d find on a pram or pushchair. I squeeze the flat ‘tyre’ and compare it to the other tyres. Sure enough, even though it’s just a pram-sized wheel, it’s somehow flat. Then I realise the car we’re in is so small, there’s no boot, no back seat; in fact nowhere to store a spare tyre, no matter how small. My friend suggests it’s stored in the back of her seat. I grapple with the back of the seat and manage to prise it open. Lo and behold, the back of the seat, or rather the body of the upright part of the seat, is basically a storage space.

It’s about now that I look up and see there are people approaching the car from the units surrounding us and they don’t look too friendly. In fact they’re carrying things like wrenches and lengths of pipe and eyeing up the car with envy. I start to panic and rip off the back of the seat. Then I see the ‘Emergency Kit’ – a white plastic bag with a big green cross on it. “This must be useful”, I think, and tear it open. Inside is a mixture of first aid materials and just downright odd stuff – odd because they have no place in an ‘Emergency Kit’. Alongside the likes of the plasters, bandages and paracetamols are things like (and obviously I’m going by memory here); vials of blood (B+, my own brand coincidentally); empty, capped test tubes; a set of floppy disks (the kit must have been packed in the 90s); clear sandwich bags and a set of top trumps, although I forget the brand/subject.

And then I wake up. The one thing I do recall from having this dream is a very real sense of panic once the people appeared. Why the Emergency Kit should be full of pretty useless stuff, I don’t know. And thinking about it, my friend wasn’t too useful – she didn’t offer to help, in fact she didn’t say a word after suggesting where the spare tyre might be – the spare tyre I never got around to finding. I’ll hold my hands up and say I have no idea what’s going on here.