8-9-09

I had this dream while taking a nap this afternoon.

I'm floating in/on something---a vehicle, boat, just myself? next to a highway that suddenly becomes a drop off to some sort of asphalt ferry where people stop to go across this body of water that I'm floating over.

Next thing, I'm descending down onto this ferry thing. Then I'm inside and told that my car is parked. I think I will get it when we get to land.

Then it seems like time goes by and I'm inside this place like a parking garage. It's dimly lit and there's a man and woman scraping old paint off the floor. There's a book case that's bare except for one book sitting upright on the floor near it. And in rows are cars much like you'd see in one of those huge trailers that hauls many cars. Some look to be junk cars. I see two shiny black cars with blue fur interior but not much room inside to ride. Another car in my classification of car, but not mine.

I search for my car and don't find it. I ask the woman helping the man scrape paint off the floor if I should call 9-11 and report my car stolen. She nods her head "yes" with a sympathetic look. I'm angry that she doesn't try to help because she obviously works here. I yell "I can't because my fucking cell phone is in my car!"

I wake up with a feeling of wanting to cry in frustration. Not pleasant!