Dream Journal: Impounded Car

On a journey with my wife, I park the car illegally in front of a courthouse. When we return from sightseeing, the car is not there. A security guard, yelling at his wife in Greek over a cell phone, will not help us. The person we are staying with, a former professor of mine who in real life was a disappointing mentor, takes my change to do his laundry.

A humdrum dream, but an exact picture of my current state.

The hopeful thing: pretty soon we will find out how to get the car back and how much it costs.