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I am buying a car for myself. It’s some second-hand used car, but it looks very good. I mean… it looks interesting. Nicely shaped. Original. Good appearance is the first thing that attracts me in the car. As if it’s a woman. The way the car looks is something that I really care about when thinking about cars. As if I am a woman. Because I no nothing about engines.

Make sure the car looks good and I will buy it. You will sell any piece of crap to me as long as it looks good. How shallow… I am happy I have no money to buy your crap. I have spent it all on that Jaguar.

So, I am buying that blue Jaguar at some car rancho in the countryside. I like the way it looks, and I almost don’t care how it runs. So I buy it. I spend my last money on it. So I have it. It’s mine. Happy.

I am taking that car home to my parents’ house. To brag about it, about my first car. The nice car I have and have always wanted to have. I park the car and go home to call my folks. I want them to see the car and say: Wow! Now you have the best car in town. Should they say that, I would suffy…The car would have served half of its purpose.

We come out. But what we see is scary. The car…It is there. But it’s grown in size. Just like that, out of thin air! It’s grown bigger, it’s boosted. Like that fish that transforms into a-kinda ball defending itself. My Jaguar. I can’t believe my eyes. No longer it resembles the car I have dreamt about. The car worth spending all my money on. The car worth bragging. It looked embarrasingly stupid. Like my face. You can imagine how I feel.

I turn around and start thinking. That is my defence mechanism. I start thinking. Never panic. I have walked back and forth for a minute, thinking. I compromised to have it as is. If it still runs. If it serves the other half of its purpose. But when I turned around I got even more dissapointed. Deadly dissapointed. It’s grown insane! Like Google’s profits. It’s grown too big to fit into any garage. Into any imagination. It was the size of my apartment. So I broke.

Don’t make any parallels or think about any practical implications for this dream.