Dream Journal
I drove my car through a gigantic parking lot and parked at the end furthest from the building so as to be out of the way. My mother’s car is parked there, as is a friend’s truck.
We all drove to the building entrance in my mom’s car and stood around outside talking for a while before my Mom got into her car and left.
I thought I had driven my car to the front of the building, but I couldn’t see it anywhere. I figured I must have left it at the other end of the parking lot.
I was walking through the giant parking lot toward my car when a bus drove by and stopped ahead of me. The side doors opened and the volunteer work group from Ohio leaned out and told me they had an extra seat for me so I would not have to walk.
I told them my car was just ahead, but thanked them for the offer. I walked the length of the bus and B got out of the front door. He tried to convince me to ride home on the bus with him. He wobbled around a bit, his legs gave way, and I sat him down on the steps of the bus.
I asked him what was going on with him. He looked sick and very, very tired. I put him back on the bus and sat him next to Matt. I told them I would be home soon. The bus drove off and I turned toward the end of the parking lot and my car.
An interior hallway now existed where the rest of the parking lot used to be. A professionally-dressed woman walked around the entrance reading some loose papers in her hand. I looked all around and decided to see where the hallway led.
I went down the hall a long way and came to an intersection with another hall. I went back to the entrance and asked the woman if she knew the way to my car. “Take a right,” she told me.
Back at the intersection of the two hallways I saw a door on my left that I did not remember seeing previously. I saw that she meant the hallway through that door and went down it. I followed it for some time and ended up in a mens’ bathroom.
I went into one stall with giant steel doors. There was no handle on the outside, so I had to pull on it from the top to open it. I saw there was also no latch on the inside. I needed to urinate but realized that I would probably be interrupted because that is what happens in all of my other dreams.
Instead of emptying my bladder I stepped out of the stall and looked at all of the toiletry items lined up on the counters around the walls and round table in the center of the room.
The coach was sitting at the table looking through reports. I told him that I had lost my perfume, explaining why I was in the mens’ restroom looking at the toiletries. I picked up one bottle that looked like mine, but it smelled different.
I rubbed the coach’s shoulders, thanked him, and started out the door to find my way back to my car. Another man sitting at the table with the coach sneered and asked if I was really dependent on my vehicle. I knew that he disapproved of my laziness.
I told him yes, I was very dependent on my vehicles, both my car and my bicycle. His face turned red with shame and said, “I didn’t realize you rode a bicycle. But I guess there is a lot I don’t know about you.” And at nearly the exact same time I told him, “There is a lot you don’t know about me.”