Submitted by me

autumn_sunfire came to my house again, this time driving. Her car had 150,000 miles on it and was starting to break down. So she ordered some kind of new part for it, and it arrived at my house.

For whatever bizarre reason, the part had to be warmed in a 475 degree oven. Verity preheated the oven. Once it was ready, she wondered the best way to
go about warming the part sufficiently while making sure it didn't melt. She decided to get into the oven with it to monitor it.

Now, I think the reason I had this dream is because using an oven makes me nervous. So, reasonably, I got nervous as Verity began folding her body into a 475 degree oven. Her feet were bare, and she was making sure they didn't touch any searing metal.

In the end, she decided this wasn't the best course of action, and utilized the oven light to keep an eye on her piece. Then she decided to trade in her car for a newer used one.