I dreamed I was walking up a hill in a residential neighborhood in my underwear. Somehow this didn't seem an entirely unusual thing for me to be doing, but I became increasingly concerned that I would be underdressed for my destination, so I decided to walk back to my car to get more clothes.

I had much difficulty locating my car. I'd press my key fob, hear it beeping, even see the lights flash -- and then I'd walk down the street, pressing the button, looking and listening, and seeing and hearing nothing. Eventually I located my car, which I had somehow parked *right in front of the garage door of a firehouse* -- which you can imagine is not a great place for a car to be parked, and I couldn't fathom how out of it I must have been to do that. There was a ticket for $472 stuck to the windshield, and an icepick stabbed from my throat through to my bowels when I saw it.

And THEN, somehow, I turned into a private parking garage adjacent to the firehouse when trying to move my car -- and the gate slammed shut behind me with no way for me to get back to the street. So this was a deeply unpleasant series of events and I was thinking dark things as I waited for security to descend the elevator (the garage was monitored via camera from another floor) and let me out or penalize me for trespassing or worse. But I woke up as the security guards approached.