My dream, the only one I remember so far, was a middle of the night classic —
I’m walking down a city street heading back to where I’d parked my car, and suddenly I’m worried because I’d actually parked it a few days ago. I’m not sure if I’m looking in the right block or if the car has been towed, or even stolen. This time I see a guy vandalizing another car and I’m convinced that I am, in fact, in the right place, and I’m devastated to conclude that mine is gone. I usually wake up a little sooner from these, but at this point I did wake up for a moment, hugely relieved to find myself in bed.