An Old Teacher, Stargazing, and Something About Happiness

My 9th grade history teacher P. Sanch. called my cell phone while I was at a garage that was transformed into a 50's diner like atmosphere. A bunch of old friends were around and when I called him back, he started telling me that I had won a sweepstakes. I won something really stupid as my first prize, and started getting angry that he had done this with his life. Then he told me that I had won a brand new car and a lifetime supply of lubricant. When the car rolled in moments later, it was a beatup, dirty, brown pick up truck with tubs a lubricant in the trunk thrown wildly about. Then he told me about a third prize and I hung up.

Next, a few people were in a nicer car and we driving along a circular route. We could see what was below us: a magical array of electric grids connected by giant Lego pieces. The stars were very bright above us. I could distinctly see orion, and cancer, and ursa minor (at least what I thought they looked like. I know orion was correct). And then as we went to the other half of the sky, I saw some constellations that confused me. One looked incredibly intricate, and upon further notice of the 50+ stars governing it, it looked like a circuit board. The stars were all beautiful.

Next, back at the garage, I was walking outside and noticed a car unable to continue forward, so they did a k-turn in minimal space that they had. Then I saw the same thing happen again. At this point I realized something profound. It had to do with how experiences and happiness are not related. Or something similar to that. Because I like to keep track of queries, I needed a place to document it so I wouldn't forget. I took out my iPhone and went to voice record. I couldn't exactly remember what I had said. That sucked. I kept trying. Then I woke up and tried to continue remembering the phrasing. I could not.