In reality this sister doesn't own a Corvette nor has she ever.
So today I caLLed her to teLL her about the dream and to apologize for stealing her car. Her response was pure laughter.
But in reality she never answered the phone caLL nor did she caLL me back, so our conversation, my apology, the pure laughter, was solely contained in my brain while driving south alone at 75 mph in the middle of Nowhere Texas. But it was her voice, my memory of her laughter, that responded to my story, my dream, in my head.
Unless she reads this and figures out that she was the sister, she wiLL never know about this or what color her Corvette was.
Blue, a light shade.