It's night time. I'm in a parking lot, walking to my car. I drive a green Subaru station wagon, but the car that I'm approaching is actually a green van.
I'm now sitting in the driver's seat. It's so tall that I can't see anything down on the road directly in front of me, like people. I feel as though I'm looking down from the second or third floor of a building.
I approach the parking lot's exit to the road. There are people wearing bright safety gear -- yellow jumpsuits and orange reflective vests. They appear to be acting as crossing guards. I'm afraid that I will run them over, so I go very slowly across the road.
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