about 8 friends were at the UC, but it wasnt UC (you know how that happens in dreams). we left the club and walked to the car park. somehow our car was a Cadillac, an old boat style white Cadillac. and i had been to the same parking lot before. i remember the broken asphalt, the non-landscaped plants, and in the front of the car park were these
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