Occasionally, I am graced with the recurring dream. I have had a few of these over the years. The most prevalent one consisting of being chased by some evil creature with my voice paralyzed, not allowing for a scream or even a whisper for help. The dream generally ending in a sudden awakening joined by shortness of breath.
The creature dream hasn't been around a whole lot lately, I cannot even remember the last time I had it. It has been supplanted by a new one, perhaps a new worry or some paranoia that is creeping into my thoughts at night. It is certainly the most perplexing one I have had, even more so than the one where my teeth disintegrate.
My new night-time visitor is an odd one and instead of the stage being set in a familiar place, I find myself in a lesser known arena - Phoenix or so I assume, definitely Arizona though.
Typically beginning with my return from an event - a concert, bris, scrapbooking party, what have you. I for some reason always park in a field behind a large suburban house. I don't believe that I spend any time in this house, it's just where I park. Makes sense right?
Upon my return, I walk to where I left my car only to find it absent. Considering that my dream-self might be crazy, I scour the field for my vehicle. Realizing that my craziness is less likely an option, I decide my car has indeed been stolen. After some further inspecting, I find a baseball mitt and a flyer. The mitt, again I assume was in my car. The flyer is an advertisement of sorts for a local criminal organization. This organization isn't necessarily in the business of "stealing" cars, instead they tow them (unwarrantedly), leave the flyer, and then collect a whopping $20 for the reunion between driver and automobile. Unfortunately, the dream never concludes with the reunion.
Well, that's my dream and now I want Chinese food.
