A New Line of Furniture

At a dusty strip mall in the middle of nowhere. We are having some sort of competition. A timer is set to 7 minutes and 27 seconds. We have that much time to run through the mall and grab the things we want to buy. I am excited because I know exactly what I want.
When the timer starts, I make a beeline for the bookstore. I am looking for the sequel to the book I recently finished, but they don't have it, so I grab one by the same author, but it doesn't look as good. My next stop is a furniture store, where I pick up a curved wooden chair that looks somewhat asian. I continue down the line, and find that they are constructing an Ikea. They are letting people in to the part that is already completed, so I set down my stuff and walk through two large, dark doors.
Inside the building it is night, and several people are standing around. They don't seem to know what to do, so I open another set of doors. Here is some sort of balcony that opens onto train tracks. Towering above us are dark and futuristic buildings, glinting strangely. Everyone stares in wonderment.
As we stand, surrounded by black tile and palm-like plants, we hear a roaring sound and lights appear at the end of the tunnel into which the train tracks disappear. Into view come two large old Model T Fords, with the mottled color of rusty iron. The first misses us and shoots off the other end of the balcony, but the second one is headed straight for us. I hurry everyone through the doors and slam them shut just in time. I hear the angry motor slam against the doors, but they hold. We hurry out of the building, unsure exactly of what Ikea hopes to achieve by that installment. Perhaps it is a new line of furniture.
Back outside, we stand in front of the sepia facades that make the stores look abandoned. I realize that the timer has run out in the excitement, and I didn't get nearly as much as I wanted. I realize that I would rather have had the experience of carnivorous antique trucks than material posessions. I pick up my chair and book and the three of us walk off through the tall grass.