I dreamt that I was in a grocery store and I grabbed a cart to push around. It was a large cart, the kind I don't ordinarily select to put my groceries in (smaller sized carts are of more use to me) but there I was nonetheless, pushing it along the aisles. Suddenly, the cart came alive and I could tell right off that it didn't like me pushing on it. It reared up it's front wheels and spun around, trying to throw my hands off of it. But I held on tight, though my feet actually left the floor for a bit. That cart was really pissed off and it continued to thrash all around and I could hardly hold on. It bashed into a big display of canned goods and it sent the cans flying in all directions. Fellow shoppers were watching the spectacle in amazement and I was glad that there were witnesses to verify the fact that the shopping cart had indeed come alive. Except, right before I woke up, I had a strange thought that there were probably lots of spectators who were thinking that I was actually making the cart look as if it were going wild, and, come to think of it, how could I prove otherwise?