For a fistful of number plates

As previously mentioned I have been looking for a 12 in my cnps game for several weeks now. I was walking along the road, concentrating on trucking right, when I chanced to look up. Time seemed to slow down. A red sports car was parked at the side of the road, and in the middle of the jumble of letters and numbers was the magic 12. As my brain registered the number, the world started to dissolve and I knew that I was dreaming (and then I got off the bus, 28 years old I was, etc. etc.)

I was then in the car park at work, thinking about the dream that I had just had and how spooky an omen it would be if I actually did see a number 12 for real. Just as before, I saw a car. My heart was pounding. Was it? Could it be? Yes!

The only problem was that I then woke up again, to the sounds of the Today programme on the clock radio. My head was still fuzzy from the meta effects of the dream within a dream and I checked carefully that I was actually awake this time.

On the way to school with Alicia, the dream was still going round in my head, and I watched the traffic coming the other way as we crawled along in a queue. After a minute or two, we spotted the 3 that Alicia had been looking for, although she missed a 4 mere seconds later as she was getting something out of her bag. Foolish child!

We left the main road, and turned up towards the school. There's a sort of chicane traffic calming one way thing on the way, and I paused to let a car through in front of me. I did a double take at the number plate and shouted at the top of my voice

"TWELVE!!!"

All hail the Gods of CNPS.

PS I actually just went back and capitalised the G in Gods then to avoid offending them ... Am I taking this too seriously?