Last night, again, was split into two dream-periods, so to speak. The first dream, a long and strange plot, that ended with me being on foot, lost in a bad neighborhood at night. I had parked my car somewhere, and I couldn’t find it back. I was walking through what appeared to be a big fight about to start between two groups of teenagers, and I finally found the street that I had parked on. The thing is, my car was parked on the other side of the street from where I left it, and the driver’s side door was not latched shut. Someone had stolen my car and driven it. I got in, stirred the casserole that was in the crock pot in the back seat (I told you it was a strange one!), and started the car. Then I realized that I had no idea how to get back to the interstate from this neighborhood. That’s when I woke up.