I was at a dance class and the lady teaching wanted to do a make-up demonstration. Since, I answered her last question, she chose me. I was so excited. It felt like everyone there was in the arts, performing arts, maybe. It then switches... I am in my car, I park and get out. I realize someone has hit my car. The passenger door was dented and the windows were cracked. I was mortified. It had a hippie-like flower on it as if the car that hit me had that motif design on it and it rubbed off on my vehicle.
My daughter got upset and threw her ipod touch on the floor and the screen on it cracked, same cracked patterns on my windows in my dream.