Last night I dreamed that I was in the US, somewhere sunny like California, and a scruffy looking man stole my car from a parking garage. The funny thing was, it was my beat up Plymouth Scamp (two-door version of the famous Dodge Dart) that I used to drive to university in my 20s.
The parking garage attendant was caring but not that helpful. Instead of closing the exit, he felt it best to let the guy drive out of the garage and get nailed somewhere in the city. When I told him I was from Toronto, I think we both realized the car was a goner. The thief was gone and the local cops couldn’t really help a Canadian.
I have no idea what this dream means. I’m usually pretty good at dream interpretation, but this one has me stumped!
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