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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Uzumaki" data-source="post: 2518158" data-attributes="member: 9548">I'm going to try and keep a regular dream journal, since I always find my dreams really entertaining. I've recorded a few of my dreams in the past, and it seems to help me remember later dreams. I just thought it would be fun to see what wacky things you guys can interpret from my random synapse firing.  <img src="https://cdn.jsdelivr.net/joypixels/assets/8.0/png/unicode/64/1f642.png" class="smilie smilie--emoji" loading="lazy" width="64" height="64" alt=":)" title="Smile    :)"  data-smilie="1"data-shortname=":)" /> 3/3/04I had to go somewhere. In the city. I get the feeling it my have been Kaiser Permanente Vandever. I was driving a rental car. It was a fairly old and nondescript vehicle; a station wagon, with woody panels on the sides. I parked it on the 4th or 5th floor of a parking structure, and went to get a temporary parking permit. The parking lot was crowded, but I found a place toward a corner, facing the wall. The wall was low, so you could look over it and look down. Most parking structures have that. It was $30 and looked like a San Diego Trolley ticket. I put it in the front window of the car, which was facing the low wall. I went to wherever I needed to go, and took care of my business. It took about 2 hours. There was another, younger Latina girl there, she looked like she was in high school, and we were seeing the same person. I didn’t talk to her, but as we were all going away, she turned and asked the person we were talking with (A) if her friend’s car was here. A replied that it had been towed.I went back to my car, happy that it hadn’t been towed, because I had a parking permit. As I reached where I had parked the car, I saw a U-Haul truck. I thought that perhaps it was towing my car. I stepped up my pace, because the U-Haul was obscuring where I had parked the car. Sure enough, my car was not there, and, at that moment, the U-Haul pulled away. I gave chase.At some point, a class of young children, led by a female black teacher, had walked into the area. I realized I had to get something from the teacher, so I went, and I think she gave me a key. To what, I don’t know. I ran away from her, remembered I had to ask her something else, stopped, and yelled the question back at her. She replied and I continued to run after the U-Haul.I could see it descending the floors of the parking structure, and I was able to keep pace with it, but I couldn’t quite catch up. When it got to the bottom floor, it had to almost completely circle the block to get onto the street it needed, so I cut across the block, and caught up with it. However, the light it was waiting at changed to green at that moment. So the chase continued. The streets were like those around Fiesta Island and Friars Rd. I’d been running for a very long time, but I wasn’t tired, just tired of chasing the truck. I knew that if it got onto the freeway, all was lost. It kept getting stopped at lights, but not for long. Then, as a light had turned green again, it quickly turned red, letting only the first couple of cars ahead of the U-Haul go and stopping the truck for another cycle.I remember I had to cross a few lanes of traffic, because the truck was making a left turn, but there were few cars for me to dodge. A few minutes later, the truck had to make a right turn. I finally caught up with it. As I closed in on the truck, I saw that it was covered with a sort of white tent. It had looked like metal when I was far away from it. The cab was covered in the same thing, so I couldn’t see inside. But I knocked and the driver and passenger got out.The driver was a woman, and passenger was a Hispanic man. They stopped right in the middle of the intersection, having not completed their right turn. I explained the situation. The guy was sympathetic; the woman was not. I said I had put the permit on the front dashboard. The woman said that was a bad idea, because it had slid down into the depths of the car, and they wouldn’t have been able to see it anyway. I asked if I could look at the car and retrieve the permit and they let me. I climbed in the trunk, and squeezed between the front seats. I could barely move between them, so I just kinda wiggled there for a little while, until I got through. Sure enough, the permit was not in the window. I put my hand behind the dashboard where I figured it had slipped down, and I could feel it. I pulled it out, showed it to them, and they let me go on my way. I was smug. The woman was still pissed but the guy was happy that I had found it.There, that's the first one. Have at it!</blockquote>

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