A night full of dreams

First, at work, in training, with an ink leak that turned out to be mostly replenisher, trying to isolate it and repair it. Then there were four new printers to be installed that I had to inform my training colleagues about, except it turned out that they were from a hyper-realistic dream within my dream, except that they were somehow really there. The next day we had a very funny comedienne and motivational speaker, after which none of the guys wanted to go to dinner. I couldn't find my car anywhere outside the line of two-story row houses that we were leaving. I thought I spotted it in front of a house across the street, but it was only another car of the same color, different make and model. I reluctantly got into my old Tercel, and drove around the block to where Teri and I were staying. She had picked up my car because her windshield had been shattered, and replacing it was going to cost a thousand dollars, and I was talking to the credit company who was balking at approving a ceiling increase even though we have great credit.