in the last decade or so every dream Ive had that is memorable to, uh, remember, has, with a few exceptions, involved a car/truck and incredible frustration with it. It either gets stolen, moved, trashed, hashed, or taken away from me. Sometimes when I go back the street isnt even there. This time I was drummed out of the library where I volunteer in a kind of one-librarian tribunal, and told never to speak or communicate with anyone on the staff ever again. Then I was conducted to my car, informed that it had been impounded, the keys were taken, and the head librarian left me in the middle of a place that was definitely city, definitely not Concord, with a locked car and no way to get home. Waking up was my only alternative, so I did.
Librarians are tough, i'll tell ya.