Dream Journal
I went to a cheap car wash and arrived just as another car was leaving. I felt fortunate at the timeliness of my arrival, and pulled into the garage. I sprayed down my car with water, grabbed a bucket and started to scrub.
Every time I turned around the owner and her kids (a lot of them) kept putting stuff on top of the car. I had to keep moving the stuff to the floor so I could wash it.
When I had finished spraying the soap off of the car, I asked her about getting it waxed, and she talked for a long while about something philosophical and completely unrelated to car wax. When I got back to the car it had turned into a wooden fold up table crammed with stuff, but I still couldn’t find any wax.
She and I stood in a field looking into the distance. She talked nonstop about nebulous concepts I had trouble following. I grabbed her over the shoulders and firmly ask about the waxing. She looked at me as though seeing me for the first time and said that it would take until Saturday to wax it.
I was furious because I had wasted this much time, and I couldn’t leave the car overnight. I told her that it was our only car (a lie) and that I could not leave it with her overnight. I asked about the blue and pink spray wax stuff they used to have that smelled like bubblegum, and her oldest son laughed at my ignorance.
I looked through some clothing hanging on coat racks around the perimeter of the garage. I touched a lot of the coats and blouses. When I got to the end rack, a lot of the clothing fell down.
She was angry that I made a mess of everything. A few coat hooks fell, causing more clothing to fall behind the couch. Then all the hooks and their screws dropped back behind the couch as well. I just wanted to take my car and go.