DREAM
This is still kind of loopy but I’ll put it in my dreams section on my website.
Last night I dreamed of forgetting my car. I was driving and needed to park quickly.
The parking lot changing from U of M to the downtown flat lots while I went to meetings.
I overstayed my welcome the tough guys came and towed my green Studebaker to their central parking compound. Not happy, I had the phone number and called.
I went to the compound and it seems the visit, only one or two, in real life had an impact. The tough guys as I’ll call them, were not interested in helping me at all, calling forth their manager, who suggested with a significant payment well over the usual compound fees I could get my car in time to get to the airport where I wanted to go in a hurry or they would give me a ride in my own car and keep it safe in their compound. Gullible to a fault sure drive me to the airport.
I was in Minneapolis for a professional development event for writers. Returning, landin, back in Winnipeg I called for my car and the compound said they didn’t have it. Likely somebody stole it. WTF, what do you mean, “likely it was stolen.”
“Happens here all the time.” I’m on my way, and I expect to retrieve my car at the government approved rates for parking tickets and such.
Do what you want, but you’ll be wasting your time. I take a cab who I asked to wait but insists on collecting its fare, and then high-tails it out of there. Not a pleasant neighborhood, for sure. I see what I think is my green Studebaker and go into the compound office all huffy and puffy. “I’d like my car please.”
“Yeah, about that we don’t have your car
“I can see it in the lot without its doors.”
“Oh, that. It’s not your car. Did your car have doors?”
“Yes, of course I could drive it.
“See, not your car.”
“Should I call the police?
I don’t know what you should do. I would suggest leaving as your best choice.
After muttering a number of profanities, I turned and walked out into the lot, and tried to make a phone call. But there was no, I mean NO cell phone service thereabouts, at all! walk away afraid in the dark until I find service, call for a cab
Two possible endings; One I walk to the green Studebaker get in on the driver’s side throw my carry-on into the back seat and try my spare key. It starts, I go, leaving with no doors on the car. The second is I try to retrieve the car but have no way to get it started and not ready to drive it without doors. So I walk away afraid of the dark, until I come into the light and cell service.