will I be riding the bus?

I had two dreams
for me to remember them is unusual.
I do not usually "interpret", but if you wish to do so, you may.
The reason I enjoy them is that the emotions were so intense and so fresh.
it was like I was not all worn down, I was like a tire that had full tread and could feel the road passing by under me.

Guy dreams always have a car, that is how you can tell the gender of a dream.
Mine was not 'macho male' though, because the car was modest, a family vehicle and worst of all, missing.
The T word.
Towed!
The confrontation that ensued with the parking control person over the whereabouts and reclamation of my car was packed with stereo-types and years of calcified reactions to abuse of power by small men with lots of hair in some sort of blue uniform with an official looking badge on the shoulder.

There was a subtheme that worked itself out in the conversation I was having with my children over what it meant to us to have our car, and seemingly everything we owned taken over by some other entity, who would attempt to hold it for ransom because I parked in the wrong area without a permit properly dislplayed.
I recall the feeling of having no cash, no money, no way of dealing with the towing issue. There is no symbolism here, trust me.
The role of Simpatico, was played by a woman ( or course) who seemed to be my new boss at {YOU ARE GOING TO LAUGH } my job. My job at the phone company! The one I fled in 1990. So many similarities were there I made that assumption, quickly, upon waking. It was a generic job with a BIG employer, and I was dying to have it. The loss of transportation made me depserate enough to approach by boss for her to go toe to toe with the parking goon and try to get my car back. I wish that I could say this story had a happy ending, but my overfull bladder kept me from finding out what happened. sorry

feel free to interpret for me, or leave your own dreamy nightmare and whether they ever came to pass. I am not a prophet, but I played one once in church.