I offered to take her home. We got in my car. I started it up, and we talked for a little bit about how she was on a double date and the guy was a real jerk. She didn't really know him, but he was good friends with the guy of the other couple. She decided she would be better off not going with them.
When she got done telling me her story she leaned in and kissed me. I kissed her back. It wasn't really passionate, but it was pleasant.
I found out that I had left something in the arcade. I went back into the arcade and left the car running so the heater would work. When I came out, the car was gone.
I waited a half hour thinking maybe she had taken it to get it filled. When she didn't come back, I walked home. I called the cops in the morning. Chump.
I think I find this dream more disturbing than the one where me and three of my friends plot a murder because in the murder dream, hijinks ensue and we don’t actually murder anyone. Stupid dreams.