Asian race car

I dreamt that I was in Asia somewhere... not sure where. I was with an Asian guy that was supposed to race a car. We were in an underground parking lot that led into a store. I didn't know why we were there until he stole a car. It felt like he "had" to do it. I didn't feel that way, but he knew he needed to take the risk, and felt that it was ok to do, although knowing it was "officially" wrong. We jumped in the car and took off, which ended up being a van that was loudly painted in bright colors and Asian writing. There is no way we could really hide this van. We drove quickly down the freeway and then pulled into a small local market. It was close enough to where it was stolen and the parking lot was lower than the street, that I felt we could almost pull this off. We went into the store and my brother was there with his wife. I'm not sure if I told them what we did, but it seemed he knew we were not trying to get attention, that we were focused on something else besides picking up some vegies. We walked through the areas trying to look normal. I picked up some small tomatoes and paid for them. I was holding them in my hands. I wished I had put them in a bag to look like everyone else. As we went through the register area, I showed the older man that I had paid for him and he nodded and was fine with it.