The Thieving Mother Dream of 10/16/06

Last night I dreamed that I was traveling with an unreliable unidentified boyfriend in an unidentified foreign land. His mother borrowed my car and lost it, and left me a series of leads that I could follow up to attempt to get it back. In following up these leads, I went to an underground city where his mother was a celebrity. I kept trying to find her there, but there were crowds of unhealthy looking young women who kept insisting that I should have sex with them, and that we could have lots of fun together. Initially I ran away from them because I felt threatened, but then had the idea to tell them that I like to have sex with men and not with women, and once I said that, they let me pass without attacking me. They made my investigations difficult, however, and kept "borrowing" clothes from my bags and telling me contradictory information about my boyfriend's mother and the car. Finally, I decided that I would leave and try to get the car back in the above ground city.

My boyfriend came to help me because I didn't know which bus to take or where to get it. I still had to pack my bags and I just couldn't get it done. The women kept rifling through my clothes and no matter how hard I worked, I couldn't keep track of them all. I couldn't get them all back and most of all, I couldn't fit them all back into my bags. Meanwhile, my boyfriend was waiting at the bus stop and kept shouting at me to hurry up because the bus would arrive soon. I finally got everything packed into my bag and two extra bags and then tried to cross the busy highway separating me from the bus stop, but there were too many cars and I was carrying too much shit and I was afraid. Also, I kept remembering articles of clothing that were unaccounted for and getting annoyed about that.

My boyfriend's mother arrived in a fancy sports car and offered to give it to us so that we could drive to wherever we were going, but I was angry because I knew that she had probably "borrowed" it from someone and was now going to give it away. I knew then that I was never going to get my own car back because she had probably given it away too. I was really angry then and also despairing because I knew I was going to have to tell my father that the car was gone, and he would be angry at me for losing it. I didn't know how I was going to get out of that mess, but finally I had the idea to call the police and report the car stolen, which was a great relief to me.

I woke up suddenly, obsessed with the idea that I must go straight out to the garage to memorize the car's license plate number so that I would be able to report it stolen. It took a few seconds of lying there, foggy in my brain, to get a full understanding the situation and go back to sleep.