Apple produced a sports car.
The design, I think, was mostly OEM'd from Porsche. It was a sweet-looking car, not exactly like any existing Porsche. I don't remember what we called it, but I bought one with my annual employee discount. I got a new work email address, carkey@apple.com, to go with it. Everyone was jealous, as would soon become apparent.
For example, I went to a party and left the car parked out front. When I came out later, it was missing. At first I thought it might have been stolen, but then I realized that some people from the party had picked it up (it wasn't a very heavy car) and hidden it somewhere. I searched through the whole house, even up in the attic, without any luck. Finally, I had to ask the people who were still at the party. Eventually, some of them pointed me to the place in the backyard where the car had been hidden.
Later, I was passing through a sort of underground marketplace. There was some sort of new-agey transcendental meditation group going on, and they were grabbing passersby and encouraging them to join in. They'd formed a giant spiral of people, holding hands, and I tried to slip by them but they grabbed my hand and wanted me to join in. I thought I'd participate as minimally as possible, whatever would get me back away from them quickly. Within moments, I was being pulled back and forth as the spiral of people coiled and uncoiled, making all kinds of humming and breathing sounds. I was surprised to see that one of the people I was next to looked a lot like a girl I went out with briefly in college, but I couldn't tell if it was her for sure or not... something about the humming and the movement was clouding my perception.
In fact, I began to suspect I'd been drugged somehow, as everything became more confused and metaphorical, and the spiral broke up into little groups of three people at a time. Me, the girl, and one other person went spinning off down one of the underground tunnels away from everyone else, and I was having a difficult time distinguishing direction and such. Suddenly, I realized I wasn't holding onto anyone anymore. I felt like I was starting to come down from whatever had overcome me. At my feet lay a bundle of sticks in a pool of blood. I could hear concerned and frightened voices down the tunnel... I began to realize that what I was looking at was the girl, that she was dead. When I tried to focus on her, to see her body, the bundle of sticks disappeared but nothing appeared in its place. Only the blood remained. I was psychologically unable to see her corpse.
As the voices grew nearer, it became clear that they thought I'd killed her. I knew I hadn't, despite the delirium that had overcome me. Then someone drew near-- I think it might have been the guy who was the third member of our spiral group-- and he told me I was in big trouble, especially since I sent that email. I asked what email he was talking about. Apparently, someone had sent a murder confession to a ton of different places from an account "asskey@apple" and everyone thought that was me. I tried to explain that it wasn't the same account and even if it had been, mail can be forged. But he didn't accept that-- in fact, he was clearly aware of the truth and just playing like he didn't. Whoever was doing all this-- the drugging, the email, the murder-- he was involved.
I was being set up, framed, and I knew that it was because of the car.