I Dreamed

I dreamed my friend Steve wanted an old car an Edsel. Jackie Gleason was alive and selling it, next door. I didn't want Steve to know ahead of time that Mr. Gleason was the seller. He said "I'll look in an hour." I told him I was sick of waiting in everyone's leftover space.
I was in a loft elevator that didn't go up it was like a roller coaster spinning in a circle. I flew against the doors. Luckily they were closed.