I was pulling into my parking spot and getting out of my car when I realized that a reoccurring dream that I have quite often, is just a dream. It seems so real at the time – but its not true at all.
In my dream, I park my dodge stealth in a dark parking garage of an apartment complex that I am familiar with (in my dream – it does not actually exist to my knowledge). It wasn’t running well and I was planning on coming back for it later. MLE picks me up and takes me to work. I am not sure why we are both employed at actual jobs that exist in my town but they are in this fictional set up. When I am off work, I have her take me to my other car – which is my 1994 Honda Accord – that I did own at the same time as the dodge stealth but I know this specific situation never happened.
She takes me to my car and sometimes I have to walk. It seems as though I drive that car around for months before someone asks me where my other car is and I just can’t remember. At first I try to look for it but then I can’t find it and it’s not where I left it. That parting garage is rows deep with cars like they had in Guatemala. If you were in the first few rows, you weren’t getting out until the other cars moved. Everyone was double and triple parked. I had a flashlight looking at the hood of all of the cars but never found the death sled. Eventually, I give up looking and just tell people that I lost it, as if people just forget where they parked their car and leave it.
Sometimes I believe it’s been towed and I can’t afford to get it out. others I just come to terms with the fact that it’s just gone.
In reality, when I had to me – against my will, I really didn’t have a place to put my car and taking up most of my storage unit with a car seemed ridiculous – now, I wish that it was sitting in my storage but what can you do. I sold it for $500 because I knew that it wasn’t worth anything. It was painful and then I sold my next car for $400 when something went out while I was in Guatemala. Some say I was dealt a bad hand, I am not quite sure what I think.
I couldn’t tell you why but there are a set of Jimmy Buffett songs that have always been comforting to me. Maybe it’s because it’s what I used to fall asleep to when I was little – there is no telling.
A Pirate Looks At Forty
Wonder Why We Ever Go Home
Miss You So Badly
One Particular Harbor
This is not one of them but I am going to save it because I used to listen to this song by the Beetles in my dad’s car on an 8 track player. It may have been the only 8 track tape that he had. I found it in my search for a few good songs.
Yellow Submarine
And this is why I can not afford to see his shows