stolen car dream

i had a really weird dream last night/early this morning, and when i halfway woke up from it i made myself repeat the major plot points out loud so as not to forget them, and lo and behold i think it worked!

i decided to drop by brittney’s house unannounced, late at night. she lived in plano, in a house with her mom and i think her sister and brother. it was actually like a combination of brittney and kim. i got in the car and started driving towards the highway. there was a girl walking in the road in front of me, and as i approached i realized it was brittney’s goddaughter taylor. as i drove behind her the dream shifted into me walking behind her as she walked up the stairs at brittney/kim’s house.

i started to wonder why i came over unannounced, because she didn’t seem very happy to see me. and i stood there thinking, oh my god, why am i here? doc was with me now, and he stayed in the house while i went back outside to the car. i’d parked it on the street near several other vehicles. but now it was gone. i frantically ran up and down the street thinking i’d parked it somewhere that i just didn’t remember, but it was definitely gone.

i ran back inside and got doc, and told him what had happened. as he came back outside with me, a police car drove slowly up the street with its lights flashing. and i thought “now that’s odd, i didn’t even call them yet, how did they know to come out here?” but it drove on by up to the other end of the street. we followed it and near the end of the street there was a family standing outside their house. all the kids were running around playing in the street and in the yards. i asked a man what was going on and he said “they’re still inside.”

i looked at his house and saw huge, cartoonish, oversized ladders poking out of his roof from broken skylights. each of the ladders had a big triple-hook thing hanging from it by a rope. the police cars were on the street and i realized that some people had broken into his house while they were out, and that they were still inside the house and the police were dealing with them.

then i spotted my car sitting in the middle of the street, and realized that the thieves had stolen my car, driven it up to the end of the street, and then broken into this man’s house. a minute later i saw the police struggling on the front lawn with a man, wrapped in ropes and hooks, who was covered in blood and struggling violently like a caged animal. they were having trouble holding him. it was extremely frightening, and i was worried that none of the children or the parents were getting out of the way of this potentially explosive scene. i think that they eventually subdued him.

i went over to check on my car, and it looked okay except for the driver’s side window which was broken out. i found myself getting disproportionately upset about that, considering what this family had just gone through. i got the attention of one of the officers and told him that the car i’d reported stolen was now found, but it had been used by the thieves and they’d broken out my window.

this was when i woke up.

i think that i’ve been subconsciously thinking a lot lately that our car is not going to last too much longer. little things have been going wrong with it for years, and i think i’m just waiting for the other shoe to drop with it finally dying beyond repair, or even getting stolen or broken into.

it wouldn’t be the end of the world; the car is 9 years old and i’ve had it for 8. i just hate the thought of having a car payment again!!