draggonlaady

Had a grindingly bad (as opposed to terrifying!) dream this morning. I parked my car about a block from an ATM or mail drop (can't remember which), and walked there and back. When I came back, my car was gone. Searched several streets to make sure I hadn't misremembered or been the victim of a silly prank by a friend. Then called 911 to report it stolen. Spent FOREVER dealing with the useless dispatcher who for some reason could access my checking account and tell me how much money I had in the bank, but wasn't even remotely interested in things like the color of the car or the license plate number. Had to hitch a ride home, because she wouldn't send an officer to the scene to talk to me or give me a ride. When I got home, I had to explain to my dad that I'd lost the car. For some reason, my parents and my brother & family, and Bruce and I, and another friend were all living in the same sort of rambling house, and I was sleeping on the floor in a small bedroom. I kept calling and talking to the useless woman from dispatch, who continued to frustrate me until my alarm clock woke me up.

Then I walked outside to start the van and warm it up, and it wasn't in the driveway. I had about a 3 minute 'what the fuck' until I figured out that I'd left the van at work because I drove the work truck home last night. I'm not all that quick in the morning, sometimes.