I think this may be the second dream I’ve had now about my car not being parked where it should be in the morning.
This one wasn’t an actual theft though. The police impounded it. Though it was all my neighbor’s doing. Who was my maintenance person (well the landlady’s), though not the actual one assigned to us, but rather Ralph. He was the custodian/handyman at a previous job from many years ago. (I’m a little surprised I managed to recall his name.)
Anyway, he and his wife felt I was littering from my car, so they filed a complaint. Only the police wanted the car emptied before they took it and let Ralph handle that. No one actuall approached me in any of this. I watch it from my window. (Old house though… which in the real world has a new front door, I recently discovered. I fear the old one was kicked-in. My poor old house. I feel bad for it.)
It seems I had some halloween stuff in storage, as Ralph begins emptying orange bins he retrieves from my car. To take them to his own storage for now. How I knew that, is well, a dream-thing.
Naturally I was angered at all this and plotted with Gabe to confront them. So after getting him to get motivated (the dream him was uncharacteristically unconcerned about any of this and needed much prodding) to get dressed so we could go over there, we finally arrive rather late in the evening. We knock, Ralph’s wife answers (never met the real Mrs. Ralph), asks what I want and I say ‘that guy!’ nodding to her husband who has appeared behind her. Now i’m inside as she’s considering my request and asks me if it can wait until after dinner (i guess they sit down to eat late). I protest and we get into it as I launch into my tirade about getting my car taken. She retorts about how she’s asked me numerous times to be more careful when I’m cleaning out my car and that Kietzke has never been so dirty as it is since I moved in. (Kietzke is a street my reno readers are no doubt familiar with.)
Dream me remembers one instance in dream history where dream Ralph’s family ever said anything about trash to me… one time when I was cleaning out my car and a receipt or something fell to the ground while I was taking my little trash-doohikey out to empty it (before I even had a chance to pick it up but did).
I like how the dream memories in your dream are lived out right then. Its fun being non-linear.
So I was even more irked ’cause now I’ve found out they had my car taken because they wanted to make a strong point to me about how much disdain they have for litter being on the ground, even if only for a brief moment while you finish emptying the waste recepticle before bending down to pick up your escaped-paper.
At which point the dream was concluded, at least from my conscious-memory’s point of view.